You know what I hate about us ending?
That I wanted more—
More endless summers of adventures,
More winters on our couch, wrapped in random TV shows,
More falls dreaming of far-off places to travel,
More springs spent building the life we swore we'd share.
More laughter echoing through the apartment,
More nights watching you at your PC after work,
More of everything.
Anything, really.
I wasn't done loving you.
And your leaving hasn't made me love you any less.
If anything, I love you more now—
Now that I've lost you.
I can't help but think of the future we imagined,
The past we shared,
And the present,
Where you're not mine
But somehow still the most important person to me.
I wasn't done loving you.
Maybe I never will be.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
