Why does it hurt so much? 

My heart.

I thought I recovered. It's been so long, yet I'm not okay. 

Okay.

What defines okay? What defines these emotions? 

What defines heartbreak? 

The torture I've gone through trying to survive without you. 

Without us. 

I miss you, yet I don't because I only miss the idea of us. The idea of someone caring for me the way you did. 

The overprotectiveness. 

Why do I still feel this way? Why do I still think about you like this? 

Why do I still care? 

It destroyed me every time you pulled away because I never understood what we were. 

What I meant to you.

You were there for a moment, yet gone for the next. 

As if you were running away. Running away from what? 

Me? Your feelings? 

Us? 

I forgave you and I thought I forgave myself for everything that happened, but why do these thoughts still linger in my mind? 

Lingering just like you did. 

Coming and going just like you. Pushing and pulling just like you. 

Leaving me breathless just like you did. 

I miss you, yet I don't because I only miss the idea of us. 

So, what were we?