Us

Do I even know what love is? Probably not. But when I look at him, I know. He is flawless to me. He is perfect. Or rather, his imperfections are what make him flawless. It’s been so long since we’ve loved each other the way we once did, but I fear I may be starting to love him as strongly as I used to.

            It’s been a year and a half since that fateful day when my world ended. My heart shattered. My happiness drained. And I still remember it like it was yesterday. The amount of tears I shed over those few weeks was more than I’ve shed in my whole life. An insane thought, I know; since we cry constantly as babies. But I couldn’t stop them from flowing.

            I never knew a heart could physically hurt like that. Well, it was more like an ache. Organs hurting is like a stomach ache, in my understanding. But this pain in my heart was, like a said, an ache. A constant ache. And it became overwhelming when I looked through pictures of us, or thought of memories we made, or, and worst of all, looked at you. It was awful.

            It’s been better. Much better, actually. I don’t cry anymore. Maybe every once and a while, when I’m lonely. I still miss the memories. But who wouldn’t? They were great ones. We were great, darling. But not meant to be.