I remember there used to be a time when I was always in your arms; you never wanted to let me go. Every spare moment I had was with you, slowly became a part of me, changing little details that changed the entire look of the big picture that is me. Never once then did I doubt what you said, like I do every day now. It’s been two months since we’ve said our goodbyes, you moved on within the 30 day come back guarantee, and it’s taken me longer. I keep replaying the party, what I could have said differently, what I could have done to make you stay. And before that. If I had been prettier. Funnier. More of your interests, would you still be here with me, instead of with her? I cant help but think it was her you wanted all along, and I was just part of the plan to get her back into your arms, a spot which I had lovingly claimed my own.

But none of this really matters because I’ll never say it to you. So ill sit here and write it, wishing that one-day Ill figure out what went wrong.