I still miss you.

I still see you in everything I do. I still catch myself reaching for my phone out of habit, wanting to call you, tell you about my day, or share the little things that happen. Then I remember I can’t, because you’re no longer my person.

I always chose you. I would’ve kept choosing you. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make you choose me, and I couldn’t change how you felt. I just kept hoping that one day you’d love me for who I was. That I wouldn’t have to beg for the things I needed from the person I loved. Watching you give those things to someone else hurts more than I can put into words, but I know there’s nothing I can do.

A part of me will probably always wish it had been you and me. I really believed we’d find our way. But your path led somewhere else, and I have to accept that, even if my heart still hasn’t.

Maybe one day you’ll think of me and wonder what our life could’ve been. Maybe you won’t. Either way, I’ll always be grateful for the love I had for you, even if it wasn’t enough to make us last.

From afar, I truly hope life is kind to you. I hope you find everything you were looking for.

I just wish, for once, it could’ve been me.