I miss him. 

       But he's no longer mine.

Not a day goes by without me missing him. He's always on my mind, constantly running through my everyday thoughts. Not a moment of my day is spared from this continous routine. I'm so tired of it. I wish I could just erase it all. Erase all of the pain.

I'd like to think that I'm okay. And sometimes, I actually do feel alright. Like everything will work out. But all at once, the memories hit me. I'm back at square one, left to reminisce about everything.

it's. not. fair.

I'm the one who was left behind. Left with all of the feelings. All the memories. I'd do anything to return us back to normal. When we were happy. 

But see, that's the funny thing about love. People change. Feelings change. And love withers away.