K,
A year and a half later I still can’t look at you. Nearly three years together and you left me for her. Most of the time I can manage; out of sight, out of mind, right? But sometimes I hear a song, catch a whiff of your scent, or see your old jeep and I lose it. It’s impossible to forget your first love, but even harder when you were my best friend as well. I dream about you all the time; waking up breaks my heart again. I don’t even recognize you anymore, but I still know that the same guy I fell in love with is somewhere inside. We used to talk on the phone all night the months following our breakup, but she made you block me. She made you delete my number, block my social media and she erased me from your mind. The day that you both are over I know I will hear from you again and my heart longs for that. Just eye contact, the sound of your voice, the scent of your clean clothes or the way it felt when you held my hand. It was love; I know you know that. The spark when we kissed and how the sweet smell of your breathe made me swoon. K, I will always love you. I miss you.