I haven't felt too bad today, or last night. I'm still thinking about you contantly, and I know it's unhealthy that I'm day dreaming and fantasising about is getting back togther, or still being together, but it's giving me some postive energy for now, and it might not be the idea of being with you, but being in love that's making me more positive.
I miss just lying with you, holding you. Talking about everything and nothing. I wish you had opened up to me more, I wish I could have been the person to help you talk about things that bothered you. I thought I was in soem respects. I remember you saying you felt you could be yourself with me, that you didn;t feel the need to put up your usual walls. That made me feel ten feet tall. It's possibly the sweetest thing you ever said to me. I was special, I'm not like other guys...i hope that was true.
I know you're with him, I try to forget about it but I can't. I'm not sure what he has that i didn't, how he gives you butterflies when I don't. perhaps he doesn;t and this is a rebound. perhaps you're meant to be together because he's been a constant presence in your life for so long. You said yourself we were perfect for each other, if you couldn't make it work woth me you didn't know how you would with anyone. I don't know how much of that statement was just meant to soften the blow for me.
I haven't contacted you. To help me, but also to help you. It wouldn't be fair on you to have me there in the background, on your phone, talking to you. It wasn't fair to me when he did it, but I tried my best to pretend i didn't mind, even though it made me terribly insecure. I am at the same time dreading seeing you again and looking forward to it. I know it'll happen eventually. I don't want you to just be a memory, but I think you think I don't want to know you anymore. I do, but just now it's not fair on anyone if we talked.
I really do want you to be happy. That's what true love is I guess. Hoping someone is happy even if it isn't with you.
I miss you so much. I wonder if you think of me, even in snatches, and I hope, even if only for a moment, you miss me too.