Lovesick

¤ Part 3 ¤

Sometimes when I think about us, I think that we are two people who always seem to come back to each other.

Sometimes I think that maybe we're supposed to be together in some way. Even if it isn't together together. Sometimes I think that we're just supposed to be in each others lives.

But then I really think about it. And i think the only reason you came back was because I was there for comfort. I was familiar to you. Whenever things went wrong, I was your stability.

I realize that what we had was not a sick, twisted version of love, nor was it you needing me or the universe telling us to be together. It was simply me holding onto you. Not wanting to let go.

I'm working on it, though. I am. I'm working on letting you go, and I'm getting there. I'm just not there yet.

But at least now, I'm no longer blind. I can see what we truly had. Nothing. Okay, maybe we had a little bit of something, but surely not what I had made it into. I know now what I truly was to you, and what we were.

I love you, but you do not love me. Someone else has your heart and I understand that.