I caught myself thinking of you today. Which isn't completely abnormal. It happens every now and then. I often find myself wondering, overthinking, imagining what would have happened if things would have worked out? Where would we be now? How would our lives be different?
You were everything I wanted, everything I'd ever need. But, I hope you're happy. I know that we're still friends, and we have both moved on. But, I still miss you. I still worry. I still hope you're okay, but most importantly I still love you. Not in a sense that I'm still in love with you. However, I still have love for you. If you called at 3am and needed to talk, I'd led you my ear. If you knocked on my door in the middle of the night, I'd let you in.
I was bitter with the way our relationship ended. It seemed that as fast as it begun, it was already over. Which broke me. You just stopped texting, calling, and coming around. No explanation, no closure. That was the hardest part. Getting over you without knowing what I did wrong. I thought everything was great then you were just gone.
Now that it's been two years since our break up. I am married now, and you have a child and a girlfriend I reached out to you. Now that I am over everything, and I'm no longer bitter I had to know why? One I did that, I realized you were scared. You said that you were overwhelmed with the way you felt about me, and our relationship. That it was happening so fast. That you were sorry and just needed time alone. But, you didn't tell me that. You didn't tell me you needed space, because I would have given you all the time you needed.
Now that everything is said and done, you will always be the one that makes me think what if? But, just know I'll always be your friend. I'll always be a listening ear, and you'll always be the one that got away.
