That last night we spent together, when we both knew it was over, and you called me that name that only you had for me, that sound more than a name that you’d never say in front of anyone else; I’m sorry I turned away and cried and asked you why you called me that.
I didn’t mean ever, I didn’t mean I’d always hated the name, I meant that name meant so much to me, but I knew soon no one would ever call me that again and it hurt more than I could bear.
Today I learned... the downside of being someone's first love is that days, months, or years later, you're the first one who shatters their heart.
^^to anonymous: but you're also the first one who made them feel whole.
This must have been written for me.
I miss you more than you'll ever know.
I'm still in love with you.
And still I left...
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