I probably won’t post this. Or if I do it will be very impulsive and I won’t want anyone to talk to me about it because this is probably the most vulnerable I could be making myself. But maybe I will post it because someone else somewhere might feel the same and be reassured? I don’t know. Maybe I will just post it because it feels silly to spend time writing it and do nothing with it, especially when it could make a difference to someone’s life. I guess.
I’m hurting tonight. A lot. I miss him. I miss you. I’ve come home and not a night has gone by where I haven’t lay in bed remembering what it was like with you next to me. I sob; I don’t wail or cry properly, they’re just little whimpers because I don’t want to expend that energy on you. I hate you just as much as I love you. My brain is full of memories of “us”. I can’t remember a time before “us” existed but now I’m living in the post-“us” time and I hate it. I would give anything to go back in time and have one more day. Or at least change the way things ended. We used to say we would always love each other, even if we weren’t together. I know I still do. I think I can say I will always love you. I just hope the type of love it is will change, so that I simply love the memory of you. But for now, as much as I shouldn’t, as much as I wish I didn’t, as much as people might think I’m mad for it, I love you still.
I can’t help but wonder whether you lie awake thinking about me sometimes, whether you regret how things turned out. I have all these questions I want to ask. Do you remember how excited you got when I first messaged you after the “K”? Do you remember the passion we had? Do you wish you’d tried harder? Do you wish we had broken up sooner? Do you miss me? Do you still love me? I wonder whether you’re sleeping with someone else, whether you’re falling for someone else. Do you say the things to her that you said to me? Does she make you happier than I did? Do you compare her to me? I could so easily answer all those questions from my point of view but I think that’s pretty obvious. I can’t stop these questions whirling round my head and I wish you could just answer them all for me. Most of all I wonder whether we can ever be “us” again.
Maybe I feel all this too intensely and people will read this and think I’m ridiculous because, what does an eighteen year old know about love? All I can say to that is if this isn’t love and heartbreak then I never want to fall in and out of love because this hurts plenty enough. But, don’t get me wrong, I’m not wallowing 24/7. I’m moving on. Moving on is easy. I have moved on. But moving on doesn’t mean the love disappears. Moving on isn’t the same as forgetting. I know you don’t love me anymore. You have made that clear. And I think that’s what makes this even harder. Because you forgot about me within a week, even a day. You moved on before we had even broken up as far as I’m aware. And I’m so angry at you for that. I hate you for that. So intensely. But like I said, I hate you as much as I love you. So, I fluctuate between anger and sadness mostly when I think of you, which doesn’t happen too often anymore. But when it does, it’s a tsunami and it drowns me in the emotion. Tonight it’s sadness. Next time it might be anger. I can’t wait until I reach the point where the memories become distant enough to be fond. For now, though, this is it:
I will never stop loving you. Nor will I ever stop hating you. I will never forget you. Nor will I ever remember you as the kind person you once were, only the stranger you turned into by the end. I will never not want you. Nor will I ever need you again though. I will never love anyone else the way I loved you. Nor will I ever let anyone else hurt me the way you did.