I compare every moment with him to one I could be having with you. I love him, don’t get me wrong, but he is no you. Whenever I’m reminded of you, I have to keep myself from crying. I wake up mornings next to him, sobbing from dreams, not nightmares, but dreams where you still love me. I left my heart in your hands, in that little airport in Chicago, and I feel a void in my chest where it once sat peacefully. I love you more deeply than I feel I will ever be able to love anyone else. & Now your girlfriend’s pregnant, and while I’d love to share your excitement, I can’t. You told me you wanted something less permanent than me. Well, good job.
