As I sit here, alone I reminisce. And remind myself of everything we had. Had. While I remind myself of what we were I can't help but feel everything all over again. I feel myself falling for you all over again. I feel your arm around me. I feel your lips against mine once more and I feel my heart breaking again. And I don't know why, but it all feels fake, surreal. Like none of it ever happened. Like we never happened. As if it was just a dream. Dream or Nightmare? Im sitting here looking at pictures of you. Of us. I look up. There's a mirror, and in the mirror there's a girl across from me and she's alone, broken, sad, confused, and hurt. I look back down at my phone and I see what appears to be the same girl but this one is happy, fulfilled, and loved. She's not missing anyone. She has him. Had. I had him. You see... those 2 girls and I are the same person. Were just in different states of mind. The girl in the picture is happy. The girl in the mirror, depressed. As for myself, I'm numb. Is there a future version of myself who is actually happy once more? At this rate, no. At this rate, i'll self destruct before I even get the chance. If I do, just know that you were my one in a million. You, out of all of the people in the crazy, messed up, world I chose you. Choose. Even if you want nothing to do with me, I hope you're happy. I hope you find the woman of your dreams and you have your happily ever after. Stay safe. And finally, have a nice life.
