It’s been months.
I may have found someone new but
you still visit my remembrance every time I think of it.
I still feel your presence in my heart.
I still wonder what could’ve been.
I still question myself what did I do wrong.

And that hurts.

The thought of me leaving you behind stings.
The thought of me having someone else feels wrong.
The very thought of you hurts more than ever.

I still lose the sense of existence on the thought of us.
I still pray to wake up and see your eyes in front of mine, your arms on my waist.
I still wish we were together.
I still miss us…

Yet I want you to be happy,
so I guess now I’ve maybe turned selfish.
I just miss me – with you…

~always yours, E