I know I made you believe that I hate you but I wish I could tell you that I don’t. I just can’t. I pretended to, for so long that it even made me think that I did, until the other night when I saw you in my dream. You were gone and I saw myself crying. I woke up scared and with the realization that I still miss you.
But I didn’t call you, because you can’t just out of the blue, call someone you haven’t talked to in 3 years. Besides, you have a girlfriend. And I don’t want to come of as a slut who comes in between two people, who are so happy together. Also, maybe I still am letting my pride stand in the way. You have clearly moved on and I don’t want you to think that I’m still in misery.
I haven’t dated anyone ever since you left because you left me with a lot of trust issues and insecurities. I think I have lost love in eternal love. I still believe that love is real, but it’s hard to think that it will stay forever. Ours died. Actually no, yours died. Mine is still here to hurt me.
Tell me something, do you ever think of me? Do you feel guilty for leaving me like you did? Do you regret the lies you spat and the promises you failed to keep? Most importantly, did you ever think of coming back?