Writing.

Alot Of The Things I Used To Write About, Were About You. And Now That There Is No You, I Don't Even Have The Feeling To Write Anymore.

Normally Id Wanna Write About How Hurt I Was. But This Times Different.

I Don't Feel Hurt.

I Don't Feel Anything. I'm Numb.

Emotions Don't Run Through My Veins Anymore, Or Appear With A Smile Or Tears.

A Part Of Me Is Missing, And It Left With You.

Because One Thing You Didn't Know About Me, Something I Never Told You, Is That I Love You. Not Loved.

I Love You.

And More Than Anything, I Wish I Had Told You That. Even Though Things Didn't Work Out, At Least You Would've Known.
Something I Had Known Though, Was That It Could Never Work. That Was The Reality Of It.
But I Was Living In A Fantasy.
Your My Fantasy, All Ive Wanted For A Long Long Time.
And Even If It Only Was For A Brief Moment, I Still Got To Experience

Those Moments In Your Arms, Holding Your Hand,

And Those Moments Where We'd Hold Each Others Gaze After A Kiss.

I Thought I Had Died And Gone To Heaven, Or Was In A Dream.
But I've Woken Up Now.

I Don't Hate You Like You Think I Do.
I Could Never Hate You. Your The Better Half Of Me. And I'll Miss You.