I’ve been talking to someone new. At first, I thought it might help. He’s sweet. He says all the right things. He checks in. He compliments me in ways I haven’t heard in a long time. He offered to make the drive just to see me. He’s exactly my type. And he’s everything I used to say I wanted. He’s kind. Asian. Fit. Attractive. On paper, he’s perfect. 181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjhtInYcK7B
But he’s not you. And no matter how hard I tried to let him in, he never stood a chance. Every time he called me “beautiful,” I thought about how you used to do it without saying a word- just by looking at me. Every time he laughed, I missed the sound of yours. I kept hoping something would click, that it would distract me, or numb this pain, or help me forget. But all it did was remind me what it feels like to be known by someone who doesn’t really know you. 181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe2vqvFzSmH
So I ended it. I couldn’t lie to him. And I couldn’t lie to myself. Because I realized that as much as I want to move on, I’m not ready. Because I’m still in love with you. And I hate that. I hate that even after everything, after the silence, after the unfollows, after feeling like I’ve been erased- my heart still chooses you. 181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgw5y7S6SeW
I wish it didn’t. I wish someone new could fix this for me. But they can’t. Because this isn’t about what I want anymore. It’s about what I had- and how deeply I still feel the loss of it. Maybe you’re already with someone new. Maybe you’ve already moved on in a way I can’t. But I need you to know this: I tried. I really did. I tried to give someone else a chance. I tried to let go. But nothing about it felt right. Because you’re still the only one I want. Even if I’m not the one you want anymore.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWRrvKr65M1
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