I wasn't happy where I was, but I was happy knowing you were here too. But that's the thing, you wernt
mine to love anymore but you were still the one thing keeping me happy here. Let's face it, it's been nearly 2 years since you ended things with me. The first months after the break up were nothing but rough, who knew I had a heart until than. From the drunken crying to the begging of getting back together to just ending up in my bed alone. I watched you move on numerous times and somewhat part of me felt happy for you. I think my biggest mistake was denying my feelings for you and happily accepting being friends and wanting to be that perfect "mate" to you. Who was I kidding. It made me love you more. But at the same time it made me loose value of myself. From being the girl who saw sex as being special to one night stands with you that actually meant the world to me but nothing to you. But that's how it was, if I was going to keep you that's how it had to be. No feelings. No attachment. But who I was kidding. You were killing me. That's when I knew it was time to leave. Time to leave the one place where I saw you each and every single day. Time to move on and give my heart another chance. Time to be happy. So just like that I packed up my things and left. Before I left I thought things over numerously... do I go and say goodbye to him? That's the main question. Do I go and say my last goodbyes acting like my whole heart isn't about to break in half again, acting like I didn't want to give this one last chance, acting like I won't always love him. What about the letter I wrote him? No I chuck it out. His not mine to love anymore and maybe he never was in the first place. If there's one thing I know, it would be that it's time to look after me and finally mend this broken messy heart for good.
To my second love, if you do read this... you were the best thing to ever happen to me up until this part of my life. You were the college experience I dreamed of. I can't tickle your underarms anymore and make you squirm, i can't touch your neck and freak you out anymore, I can't rub your spiky head anymore, I can't love you anymore.... but I can wish you happiness in the future.
mine to love anymore but you were still the one thing keeping me happy here. Let's face it, it's been nearly 2 years since you ended things with me. The first months after the break up were nothing but rough, who knew I had a heart until than. From the drunken crying to the begging of getting back together to just ending up in my bed alone. I watched you move on numerous times and somewhat part of me felt happy for you. I think my biggest mistake was denying my feelings for you and happily accepting being friends and wanting to be that perfect "mate" to you. Who was I kidding. It made me love you more. But at the same time it made me loose value of myself. From being the girl who saw sex as being special to one night stands with you that actually meant the world to me but nothing to you. But that's how it was, if I was going to keep you that's how it had to be. No feelings. No attachment. But who I was kidding. You were killing me. That's when I knew it was time to leave. Time to leave the one place where I saw you each and every single day. Time to move on and give my heart another chance. Time to be happy. So just like that I packed up my things and left. Before I left I thought things over numerously... do I go and say goodbye to him? That's the main question. Do I go and say my last goodbyes acting like my whole heart isn't about to break in half again, acting like I didn't want to give this one last chance, acting like I won't always love him. What about the letter I wrote him? No I chuck it out. His not mine to love anymore and maybe he never was in the first place. If there's one thing I know, it would be that it's time to look after me and finally mend this broken messy heart for good.
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To my second love, if you do read this... you were the best thing to ever happen to me up until this part of my life. You were the college experience I dreamed of. I can't tickle your underarms anymore and make you squirm, i can't touch your neck and freak you out anymore, I can't rub your spiky head anymore, I can't love you anymore.... but I can wish you happiness in the future.

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