We both know I love you.

It's been so long since I kissed you for the last time.

You were her, on my couch. You didn't kiss me back.

My heart smasmed into thousands pieces. Glass, edgy, tiny, like tears within.

I still think about you every day. I still can't get away from you.

It will pas,, you said. I know it will. But it will take a lot more.

I miss you, I need you, and I know that nothing can be done.

You were my answers. I lived for your laugh. I needed your smile, I dreaded your frown, your sadness despaired me. What am I gonna do with all of this? All my shuttered pieces.

I killed love for you. I killed it. I will never ever love someone the way I could love you.

And you'll never know it.

I wish I could be as you. Courageous and decisive, stubborn and go with the flow.

It would be easier.

I don't know how to make my life easier.

But I know I love you.