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Yesterday he told me we were better as friends.
Today I’m numb, flashing through each moment, each smile, each laugh we shared together.
Tomorrow I’m wondering. Wondering if it was me who messed it all up, if I could go back in time and change my actions would things be different?
Friday my heart is crying for what could have been. Crying because I’ll never be introduced to your family how I crave to be.
Saturday I’m angry, angry because there might be another girl. I want to strangle her. But at the same time I want you to be happy.
Sunday I’m lying, tossing and turning. Dreaming. Of us.
In three months I’m remembering, reminded of a moment when I pass a place we went together. There’s still a hint of sadness, there’ll always be. A hint of longing. For what could’ve been.
In a year I’m laughing, laughing over the situation, everything that happened. Laughing but I still cry sometimes.
In five years I’m wondering, wondering what you’re doing. Hoping your dreams came true.
In twenty years it’s still you I look for in a crowd. Your beautiful soft blue eyes, your gorgeous blonde curls, adorable glasses. Always you.
In eighty years if I don’t remember you, I’ll remember that someone taught me to love and I will be forever grateful. There’ll be others but somewhere deep down my heart will know that it’s only ever really been you. You forever. That’s what hurts so much.
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