I Miss You

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

I miss you. I just couldn’t tell you because we’ve kept a far distance since you told me you love me but had a girlfriend the next month. I tried to move on and when I finally did, I realized how impossible it really is to forget things I’m always reminded of.

My friends say I haven’t actually moved on and I never will because we haven’t had closure. Yet I told them we didn’t need to have one because technically? We never were together in the first place. We were just two people with foolish hearts and stupid feelings who never had the courage to let each other know how we really felt.

Or it’s honestly just me who was so in love with the idea of us while you were fantasizing over the girl you secretly courted after three months you first met. And as much as I’d like to think that “it’s not you, it’s me” who had a wrong all along, the universe has been telling me that we were both right and that at one point in our lives, we actually felt the same.

But whether you meant the three-word cliché or you just played with my fragile, foolish heart, I still miss you now.

It’s just difficult to remove the memory folder in my brain directory with all the simple yet happy times we shared together—from the thoughtful good morning and good night texts and calls to philosophical debates till past two in the morning. My hand still quivers whenever I try to delete the proof of our encounter—our captured moments and my beautifully stolen shots by you.

And all the more that I miss you now.

P.S. You are my first love.

(Thought Catalog, August 25, 2013 2:39am)