It's not necessarily the fact that I don't have you anymore, it's the fact that someone else will ultimately end up with you. It hurts knowing now that you never really cared for me when I did—far too much. At the same time, I dread the real possibility that I can never meet someone else who can replicate you and the "interests" and chemistry we had.
A week ago I realized that I want a protector. Someone who checks every box you did, but consistent and trustworthy. I'm on my own now. And I'm wishing that I had someone who would look after me like you said you would had we met.
I really wished that somehow I would have been your missing rib. I suppose now I'll be someone else's. I wish I knew who, where, and when they'll come along.
5/13/2026
I don't think about you anymore, but I don't think about you any less.
5/25/2026
I cry frequently.
