I wonder how many more weeks or months I’ll find myself back here. I miss him. It feels difficult to say more than that. I feel stupid for missing him, and I don’t know who to tell. I feel like maybe they’ll judge me, and even if they won’t, I’ll judge myself. It’s been long enough. I shouldn’t feel like this any more. Every day now, he fills my thoughts. I miss him, our chats, being in his arms. Everything reminds me of him – cars, places, people. I don’t even hope deep down he’ll come back because I know he won’t, but I long for it. He’s not back where we met, so he’s not ready for that again, maybe I turned him off it. But he’s in the new place. Any thoughts I had that it might be a temporary thing are gone – he’s there more and more. I don’t know if I’m jealous, or hurt, or I just miss him. I want him to come back.
I know before I thought that rationally I should say no if he did try. But I can’t do that. I miss him. My chest hurts as I type this. I don’t want to cry because I’ll be heard, but I don’t feel good. How could I not have seen how much I loved him when he was with me? Could I have saved things? Where did I go wrong?
They say the first stage of grief is denial. Check – thought it wasn’t a problem with me. Anger? Check – and I regret the ending. Bargaining? Wrong order, but absolutely. Now we’re in depression. I should be happy now, I’m doing things I enjoy. But I’m left with an emptiness, like a part of me is missing. I want to share these things with him. I want to wake up to him. I want to look into his eyes again. To kiss his forehead. To tell him I’ve missed him and I love him. It’s difficult to process these things.
Perhaps the most difficult thing: I spend every day missing him and loving him. He spends his days having mindless s** and not thinking of me. I feel sick. I feel stupid. Imagine how I sound to everyone else. Unable to move on. But I’m really struggling. I really really miss him. At least I know now what it is to love someone. Wholly, completely.
I’ve tried to move forward, but it feels wrong. Maybe it’s the people, but probably it’s me. I don’t want to talk to them, I always wanted to talk to him. I worry noone will be like him. I also feel inadequate. Noone likes me back it feels.
I miss the early days. Every photo where he missed me. Every time he told me. Every emoji. I miss him to the pits of my stomach. How many more weeks will I spend thinking about him, missing him. Grieving the loss of what we had. It hurts. I’m hurting.
I miss you more than ever. I love you x
