Even when you break my heart…
All the times I spent with you run through my head over and over again.
I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re perfect… I’m not good enough for you.
Sorry to have thought I had a chance with an angel.
Why is it takes two people to start a relationship, but only 50% of the vote is needed to throw away everything both parties worked so hard on?
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When they invented the phrase “Life isn’t fair.” they were talking about this one. The one where I lose you…
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Counting to seconds we were an us. (Officially anyways)
1 year, 5 months, and 9 days since I asked you to be mine. 527 days total that I loved you, and was loved by you. 75 weeks since I had my wishes come true. 12,648 hours we had to be together. 758,880 minutes that I had to be your Sweets… 45,532, 800 seconds of being yours, of being with you, of feeling like the luckiest person in the world.
Even though I loved you long before I met you, long before I even told you. Even though I may never get to see you again, or even talk to you again. The time I got to be yours, those 45,532,800 seconds were all worth it, and far too few.
Now? Now I’ve lost you. I’m no longer your Sweets, your love. I’m no longer the one who makes you happy, or the guy who you love so much you were willing to do anything to be with.
Now? Now I’m a worthless pile of garbage. I’m not good enough for you. I’m not wealthy enough, or lucky enough. Now? I’m not sure really. I don’t understand why you don’t want to be with me anymore. Sure we weren’t really together, but it was the thought that counts. 2000 miles was nothing compared to our love. Then in a matter of moments it all shattered.
All I ever wanted since we became an us was to somehow, someway make it so that we could be happy together. No matter where, how, or how hard it was. All that ever mattered was you. If you were happy, i was happy. If you were sad, I would fix it. I just wanted to be yours, to be loved by you, and love you in return.
I feel as though I did something wrong. Like I am being punished for some unspeakable crime I committed in a past life. The worst part is I feel like I’ll never get another chance to tell you I love you, that I’ll always love you, and that I wish I could have loved only you in this lifetime. You and nobody before you and nobody after you… I wish I could give you everything you ever wanted, ever needed, and ever could possibly desire. I’ll settle for you being happy though. Even if that means without me…
