Being reminded of you always brings a sudden ache in the middle of my chest.
Somewhere between inhaling your breaths and growing to adore your laugh, I fell head over heels, but you refused to catch me.
I try to let go of my memories of you, but you still haunt my dreams.
The pain (if that’s even the right word for it) you’ve brought into my life isn’t overwhelming or
chaotic, it’s silent and barely noticeable. It manifests as an absence of feeling more than anything else.
I used to feel too much; sadness, anger, frustration, joy, I felt it all. Sometimes it was just one emotion and others it was every one of them, all at once.
I felt so much for you that by the time it was all over, I no longer had the capacity to feel anything at all.
I remembered the sound of your voice today and it took me back to the time when I was still clinging to you, too stubborn to admit that we weren’t working.
Your sweet voice still echoes my mind, deep but graceful.
I’ve always just wanted to mean something to someone. I wanted to remain important to you after we split, to know that our connection was more than just a fleeting romance.
Instead, you took everything from me, even my feelings.