It’s been almost a year now since we broke up. I have always wanted to say her a lot of things. But never got the opportunity to open my heart out to her. Things ended on a very bad note and I couldn’t tell her anything.
So here it goes!
Someone asked me if I am over you, l just smiled. I have always had this feeling of ache every time I realize that it’s you and it will always be you. The idea of me loving someone else is a blur right now, and my heart is currently living inside a thought that I can never love somebody more than the way I loved you. As much as I wanted to say “I am over her, I don’t care anymore.” and mean it, I can’t. Because I care. Even if you happen to stumble on my way ten or fifteen years from now, I still and always care.
A lot of people misunderstand this concept of moving on by saying that a true person who has moved on doesn’t care about the past anymore. For me, it doesn’t work that way. Moving on for me is merely an acceptance of what has happened with no regret for what never will. And for a person who loves too much, I can truthfully say that one can never really get over someone who once meant the world to them. We can just get used to the pain and feeling of missing someone until we make ourselves comfortable in it, and I believe that a tiny spark of hope can always reborn what we thought is already dead-love.
It’s been a year since everything ended but I can still remember the vast happiness I had when I was with you and l just want to say that I miss you. I miss those deep eyes that wash away all my doubts whenever I look at them. I miss how my hand seemed to perfectly fit yours along with the feeling of home and contentment whenever you’re holding mine. I miss your voice, your voice that lightens up my day every time you sing me those random songs even if you always apologize because for your voice is not that good. I miss that. I miss you. I miss those moments when we glance at each other and smile because we both know words are not enough to explain what we feel. Even if every day I am dying to feel these all again, all I could do is sit here try to be happy for you and pour all my feelings by writing about you.
Love, if ever the time comes when you remember me and come back, just know that I am always here, waiting.
However, love, if the time comes when you come back and see me loving someone else, just know that it took me too much courage to open my heart to another girl again after what I’ve been through for you for us. If you happen to realize that she could have been you just keep in mind that my heart, no matter how much it endures every pain for you, it gives up.
I know I’ll be in love again. But for now, I’ll continue holding on to what you said that “If we are meant to be, love will lead us back. You see, I don’t believe in destiny and such things as “meant to be’s” for I know that only our own choices influence what happens in our life. But you, you made me believe in dreams and fantasies.
You know, Parallel Lines have a lot in common, but they never meet. Ever.
You might think that’s sad.
But every other pair of lines meets once and then drifts apart forever.
I wish we were parallel lines.
But I guess it’s time to wake up. I’ll smile for you again because I know that one day, I’ll be seeing you. Until then. I will be missing you. l am not asking for you to come back. I see you are very happy now and it somehow eases the feeling of longing for your presence, for your happiness is my delight even if I am not a part of it. Keep Smiling and Be awesome!
P.S: She is an aspiring mathematician.