Everytime.
I come back to you everytime, love of my life.
I come back to you when I cry. I come back to you when I break down. I come back to you when another one hurts me. I come back to you when it gets hard. I come back to you when I mess things up. I come back to you when I'm happy. I come back to you when I'm sad. I come back to you in my dreams.
I come back to you.
Because they are all not you.
Because with you it used to be easy. It was never complicated. No matter how toxic, all I knew was you. You were everything.
I'm tired of them. They aren't you. They were never you. They will never be you.
And everytime I find myself in a position where I have to start from scratch AGAIN. Where I have to find myself AGAIN. Where I have to find someone else AGAIN.
And everytime it gets harder. To start again. To find someone new. To find hope again. To trust again. To love again.
Loving you was easy, love of my life. It was unconditional.
And I loved you even when they called me crazy and told me to give up. ESPECIALLY THEN!
They don't know you, love of my life. They don't know me. Us. What it is like to love you. What I feel for you. What it is like to be me.
They don't know anything.
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After you were gone.
Non-FictionPersonal book. It's different, being in love with someone you've never met. Here's everything I want and have always wanted to tell you, but never can. Here's to all you've taught me. Here's to losing you. Here's to never replacing you. Here's to n...
