Written 07-03-18
He watched her from across the street. He watched her new life play out in front of him, and it really hurt.
He saw her with someone new. He watched an arm wrap around her waist and pull her close, just like he used to do.
He wondered how she had moved on so fast, so swiftly and how she didn't seem to care, when it was all he thought about.
He lost sleep, he cried, but here she was with sunglasses in her hair and laughing flirtatiously. He wondered why it wasn't him.
He wanted her back, he couldn't deny it, but they both knew she had moved on.
He stopped walking, but she kept going, turning a corner and leaving him standing there.
He wondered if he had imagined it. If he imagined everything. Did they really happen? Did she walk out of his life? Were they ever in love?
Apparently not.
He tried to pretend he wasn't crying, because he knew she never cried over him.
