I never realized that seeing you again would hurt this bad.
I thought this pain was over.
I thought that once we both moved on, I wouldn't hurt like this anymore.
But seeing you,
it brought back memories.
Memories of that night,
memories of how you would hold me.
Memories of the good times.
I miss the way we would fight, but then we always apologized.
I miss the way we could be ourselves.
I just miss you.
Do you hurt when you see me?
Probably not.
I'm not good enough to have you.
You said these things to me that I will never forget.
I loved you.
I really did.
And maybe,
just maybe,
I still do.
