A year and a half ago you were my best friend.
A year ago today we were curled up in bed together, and you finally asked me to be your girlfriend.
I was the happiest girl in the world for the next ten and a half months. I finally realized what people meant when they said they felt like they had come home, whenever they were with their “one.”
Now I am sitting here, wishing I could call you, text you, just to talk. You told me a month and half ago that it just wasn’t right, we wanted different things. You weren’t in love with me. Well that I could not change, as much as I wish I could. I’ll never know why you are happier without me, why you couldn’t love me, when life was so wonderful when we were together. And you agree to that. I just want you to want me in your life. That’s all.
I’ll wind up happier with someone else someday, who will truly love me. But for now, I’ll just wonder what changed, as every other dumped girl on what was supposed to be a wonderful day.