I still read all the love letters we sent.
I re live the day I realised I was in love with you.
I imagine what you’re doing now and if you are happy, or just pretending.
I was the best version of me I could ever be, when I was with you.
You will never know all of the ways you nurtured me.
Everything is normal again.
Life sometimes feels plain.
I might have direction if I was even on a path.
I know I am extraordinary, if I could only find that on my own.
You saw the best in me, and loved the worst of me.
I imagine meeting again. Except I will have more lines on my face and my body will have changed.
And you will still see the girl you met and fall in love again.
This is so daunting and beautiful.
I feel exactly this. I am living a life whilst dreaming of another.
If only the person I long for were thinking of me too?
I will never know because I will never see him to ask.
How can 10 years without his love have failed to dull the pain?
I hope you and I both find our true loves again.
However, for now.. Xxx