Your phone will buzz and you’ll hope it’s her.
You’ll hope she caves, gives in because she’s always been there for you. You’d kill for the chance to reel her back in and for everything will go back to normal but she won’t take the bait. She loves you still but she can’t handle it anymore and she has to keep herself guarded and away from you.
One day you’ll go out and you’ll see her across the room, either by herself, with friends or perhaps a new guy. Jealousy, remorse, sorrow, and every other feeling imaginable will flood over you.
When she looks your way, pay attention to her eyes— there will be a mixture of feelings. Memories of the two of you and the love she had for you but then she’ll look away.
Heartache is going to sink in, and you’ll be the only person you can blame.
She’ll be gone and you’ll be left to stand there, watching her be happy and wonder why you let her go. She made it look so easy, seeing you and moving forward but what you don’t understand is seeing you crushed her a little bit as well. Moving on meant forgetting you, it meant learning to love someone new and it meant comparing everyone to you.
You ruined everything.