Lost First Love
I miss him. And im happy we are both moving on to other people and im happy for both of us. But that doesnt mean i dont miss him. Because i do. I think about him all the time. And i think about what it would be like if we were still together. If i could still call him mine. And like. Its stupid. But i miss him so bad. And the thing is. I say im over him. And i really do believe I am. But i he came back to me at any time and said he wanted me back. I would take him back and the "over him" thing would go right down the drain. Its pathetic. And i know its my own fault. And it wasnt an ideal relationship. But i still want him. With all my heart. I love him. And i always will. But hes happy. And i should be too. But when i even look at something that hes touched or borrowed or gave me. I die a little inside. And it makes me wanna cry. And i just need to stop.