Recovery

One Day

One day, I hope it was all worth it. I hope one day you're lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything between us. But then you're reminded that I've moved on, and it hurts you. I hope you look through my pictures and remember how it felt to hear my laugh, to feel my touch, to kiss my lips, to hold me. And I hope you resent it for days after days. I hope it hurts so bad that you don't even want to move. I want you to feel the pain I was in when you told me you didn't love me anymore. That my love wasn't enough for you. But in a couple of months, I can't wait for you to realize that is was enough. And when you do, remember that you lost me.