You've changed.

Goodbye, my love.

A memory

I'll never understand why we had to part. It all seemed perfect. 

..still stuck in that time, when we called it love.

We're not talking. This is my goodbye.

I'm pathetic.

That actually made me think that you're cuddling with someone else.

You're not a bad ex. I'm just horrible at letting go.

Mercy

I don't know what's worse, seeing you sad or seeing you happy.

Is it too much to ask not to show me how good your life is without me? Not forever, just not too soon.

I'm glad that the change for you was good.

Can't say I'm not envious though.

I

This won't be an I hate you speech. When it comes to you, whatever defenses I've put up are long gone.

When you go out of your way to make someone happy. When you try to understand bad judgement calls, mood swings, and tempers. When you go see them at the risk of life and limb. When you've gone and exhausted all logical reasoning to stay together. When you do nothing but reach out and hold her close when the fight is  finally over.. I would think that is love. But then again, maybe that's just me.

This is my attempt to make you realize you love me. I'm sorry, it's all I can muster.

I know sometime ago you loved me. It's evident in what you've written for no one else to see but yourself..

But I'm not that person anymore. I cried, got into an argument, cried, wanted to die, cried. It seemed like the new me is pretty pathetic.

I don't mind.

I love him.

I'm still hoping she's there somewhere, longing for me.

Otherwise, someone help me forget the love of my life.