I'm the girl you'll swear you're over until you pass someone wearing the same perfume I used to wear or catch a glimpse of someone's hair that looks like mine and suddenly you'll be weak in the knees.
I'm the one you'll tell everybody you hate, just to try and convince yourself that it's true. I'll consume every overanalyzed, four-in-the-morning thought until you decide that sleep is overrated and pour yourself a cup of coffee instead.
You'll teeter between calling me "the one that got away" and "a raging bitch" because even though your chest is so empty from where my head used to lay on it, you still somehow can't breathe.
I'm the rainy days that make you sad and the sunny blue sky that clears it all away. I'm the reason you smile randomly in the middle of the day and the name that consumes your empty head when you zone out.
I'm the one thing you wish you could stop thinking about, but are terrified to forget.
It probably sucks to realize I was everything you needed but you just weren't man enough to handle my love.
You'll pray that this personal hell you're living in can't be how our stories ends, but it is. It so is.
Because everything that you're feeling right now is exactly you made me feel when we were still together.
And that's just the price you pay for throwing away the one who loved you so massively, so entirely, that you'll never find another like me.
So just remember, you did this.
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