It’s been a year since I’ve moved away. One year and two months, 412 days since I have last seen your face. 412 days since I last heard your voice, since I saw your smile.
I tell myself I’ve moved on. I’ve found new people. Yet once in a while, I look back, and miss you. Rainy days are hard, my heart seems to crush in the pain. I still miss you, I still love you, and I still yearn for you. I still cry for you in the middle of the night and grip my shirt in class when it gets too intense.
You didn’t like me back, you weren’t mine. I still mourn for you like you were. I still wake up every day and think I’ll see you again but when I go to bed I still haven’t seen you. I’m still hopeful we’ll meet again, maybe try again.
The girl that will never forget you.