There comes a point where you no longer care if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel or not.
You’re just sick of the tunnel.

You made me feel worthwhile…. like for once it mattered if I was here or not because I actually meant something to someone…. because I meant something to you. I miss that feeling.

When I was with him suddenly I wasn’t this broken person anymore.
I was just me.
I was whole again.
I was just a person – like everyone else.

It’s the intricate details you miss the most.
For me, it’s the soft lines around the eyes when he smiles… Or that look he gave me sometimes that I cannot begin to describe - but I would know it if I saw it again.
It was the look that gave him away.
I’d know that look anywhere…
It used to be my everything.

Every quote, every book, every film seemed to suggest that ‘one day’ someone would come into my life and love me with an intensity and a passion I had never experienced before. And to their credit they were right; It all came and went so fast it really did feel as if it were just ‘one day’....

How I wish I could undo it all … take it all back…
All those years I spent unhappy with him …. when I should have been looking for you.