I miss them. I miss you. I miss your hugs. I miss your kisses. I miss holding your hands. Everything. It's so torturous. Sitting next to you and not being able to hold your hand. Not being able to just kiss you. To touch you. It's so hard to contain myself. When I first saw you, I wanted to grab your hand and kiss you then and there. I wanted to have you back. I wanted you to be mine again. I miss it too much. And it hurts so much. Pretending that my feelings for you are diminishing; hoping that they will just wither away. I always ended up hurting you. I can't do that anymore. It's best like this; I keep telling myself that. Our relationship wasn't healthy. There was no way it could have been fixed. There was no way we could have been happy forever.
I try to forget about you. I try to look at other girls the way I looked at you. I try to do anything to get you off of my mind. But it's so difficult to. Every time I try to check out another girl, I cannot picture myself with anyone else but you. No matter how sexually I look at a girl, there was nothing that could replace the passion that we had with each other. I can't stop thinking about you. I miss you so fucking much that it hurts.
