He wiped his cheeks then brushed the tears onto his jeans, making them damp.
"What do you want me to do?" His voice crackled like a fire, "I've lost her. She's gone. I let the most important person to me slip through my fingers." He shook his fist for emphasis. "And if you want me to forget about her, you're insane. Because she wasn't just anyone. No. She was the one. And I took her for granted. I wasn't there for her when she needed me. I neglected her. I unknowingly half-assed the relationship, made it about me and my problems. She was there for me and helped me through. But for her? Oh no. I never asked how she was, and if I did, I didn't press or push hard enough to get her to tell me what was wrong. I wasn't fucking there for her, and look where it fucking got me." He grasped his head with both hands and slumped. "Now....I see her around, I see the posts. With that new guy. That look on her face, the pure happiness. There was a time she looked at me like that. With that much love. Seeing her with him..." he clutched at his heart, "I feel a million knifes edged with barbed wire stabbing me in the heart and eyes. I'm being grabbed by the shoulders and forced to watch as the woman I love walks around with someone who isn't me and I can't do shit to stop it." He stands up slowly, "so you fucking put yourself in my damn place and tell me to get over it. I dare you to tell me that I will move on because I know for a fucking fact I will not. There is no one like her, not even close. She's one of a kind." He slumps back and let's himself slide down the wall. "This pain hurts like hell. I never wanted to feel it. If only I could get her back. I'd treat her like the damn queen she is. I'd be there for her 24/7. I'd....I'd be happy.....and just to hear her voice again, that voice that always manages to give me butterflies and help me fall asleep...." he buries his head into his knees as he curls into a ball. Sobs escape his lips and echoes around him, surrounding him with the eternal feeling of heart break.
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