The title says you're my ex who isn't really my ex. What does that mean? It means I was yours, but you weren't mine.
I spent seven months trying to get you to love me. Seven months of trying to see things the way you did.
Were you a waste of time? I'll never know, because you still haven't left. I look across my bedroom every night at your side of the closet open, still filled with your things. But, you're absent from our bed.
We still talk, no more and no less than we did when we were us. But, now it's different. You're not the man I fell in love with.
I feel like you're a stranger that I've never met, I just text you occasionally.
But, through all of this, there are a few things that I have to thank you for teaching me.
Thank you, for teaching me what it feels like to truly love someone and have your heart broken.
Thank you, for being my best friend through it all and teaching me that no matter what we go through, our friendship will always mean something to you.
Thank you, for giving me your friends. They've been an absolute blessing through you and I, and really helped me pick up the pieces (whether you are aware of this or not, I'm not sure).
Most of all, thank you for not loving me back. Besides the fact that you've totally made me heartless towards letting someone new in, you showed me a true heartbreak that I thought I'd felt long before you.
Sometimes life shows you pain, and sometimes that pain is in the form of someone you love. Someone you love, who has only come into your life to hurt you. I don't think that's you, I think you're a man I fell in love with at the wrong time in our lives.
I'll always love you, and maybe you'll never know that hense the fact that you never knew I loved you in the first place. And maybe one day, you'll realize all the great things I did for you, and all the things I gave up in my life to be with you and realize what you lost.
I'm just hoping you don't realize that before it's too late.