Will I always wonder?

There’s a huge piece of me that wishes I never met you. I preferred this emptiness that sits in me when I didn’t know it was there. You filled it, for a fleeting moment, and then you were gone. It’s excruciating to feel the vacantness of where you once were.

Before I knew you, I could have been okay without you. I think you’ll haunt me forever now. I think I’ll always wonder.