Turns out you were never the person I thought you were. You just knew the right thing to say at the right time. And I fell for it.
People ask me if I'm okay, and I say I'm fine. But really, though I'd never admit it, I'm not okay. I don't want people to think that I'm weak. I don't want them to know how much I miss you. Or how much I love you. Or how much you said you loved me. But honestly, I'm sick of pretending everything's alright, when in reality every day without you kills me.
You don't realize how much you love someone until they stop loving you back.
You say that you still love me, that you wish you could have me back, that you made a mistake. But I can't do this again. Not right now. I'd only set myself up for heartbreak, and I think it's safe to say I've had enough of that for the both of us. You played me once, no way will it happen again. I'm no one's second choice. And I'm certainly not your rebound.
And you can't even begin to undstand how much I miss you.
I hate how much I still love you. I hate how much I love those big brown eyes. I miss the way you used to smile and your laugh. I miss the way you used to tell me I was beautiful every night before I'd fall asleep. And that deep voice I haven't heard in so long. But seeing you is almost as bad as not seeing you, a constant reminder of what once was mine.
Don't forget me.