Missing You

I still remember the first day I met you.

We met through mutual friends.

My best friends friend had a boyfriend in your class.

I don’t know why you tagged along, but you did.

I remember you teasing me about my height as three of us went to full up our drinks.

I don’t know why but that first day I met you was the first day you entered my mind and you haven’t left it since.

Miscommunication pulled us apart after three short weeks that felt like forever.

I fell in love with you then and I’m still in love with you now.

All I wanted was a second chance, four/five years later I got what I wanted. 

I knew it wouldn’t last forever as it never does, but I was getting what I wanted. 

The only real danger and mistake I feel I made was after it was all over I’m still in love with you. 

You’re on my mind now more than you’ve ever been before.

I don’t hate you, I love and miss you too much to do that.

I just hate that I love you so much that it hurts that you’re not mine.

That I’m not good enough for you, my love isn’t enough.

I’m not the perfect model looking girl that you so proudly want to show off.

And I can’t wait for the day I forget you.

E.Louise  (c)