I don’t know why… why I still think of you, even after a year has passed. The feelings I had have dimmed, but they are still there. Lurking, tormenting. How is that possible? Surely by now I shouldn’t still be thinking of you. But yet, there you are. Back in my mind for the second time that day.
Sometimes it seems hopeless… Am I doomed to be haunted by you forever?
It scares me to think there is a reason you still possess me. What if we were meant to be together… what if you were my person, but you were too damn stubborn to see it. Losing someone never feels right, but I felt this in my bones. Losing you was like losing a limb.
Was it all in my mind? Was I just imagining how we made each other feel? The only thought that scares me more than losing you is the thought that perhaps you didn’t feel the way I felt at all. Maybe I was a fool, maybe I should have opened my eyes instead of just FEELING. But that has always been my problem, feeling things so deeply. Who would have thought; loving you would be my greatest downfall.