I long to feel this way and I dread it. I want to be able to remmber being loved I want to be the subject of hundreds of love poems but I don't know how I could bear it ending.
I guess I 'd have to wait and cry and write a hundred heartbroken poems till you came back or till someone read them all and came to find the love in them, or maybe not.
I hate that when you are heartbroken they tell you that you will find someone else. Who will I love, that will let me love them like this? Will I let anyone run amock in my private space again? I guess I will cos I will get lonely.
I guess I will move on, and let time wipe you from my mind. That fact is brutal and kind. Helps me to forget love and forget pain.
I wish you had died instaed of walking away, that way when I tell people about you they won't think of me as a saddo who can't let go. I wish they knew that feeling, maybe they would cry with me, sigh with me, like you used to.
I miss you so much, please come back.
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