You know who you are,
There are days I still think about you and I don't know why, even though you're history.
A page in the long and twisted journal of my life, a memory, though I am no longer bitter.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if you and I were still together, which makes no sense because it's been years now and I'm with the love of my life.
Which is something that I thought you were, way back when.
I honestly don't hate you anymore, I'm not mad, but I don't blame you if you hate me.
I guess I just wish I could apologize and hear your voice one last time, apologize to me too.
I was young and naive, actually I was pretty damn stupid come to think of it but, you were so beautiful and at the time you had me wrapped around your finger.
I don't love you anymore, but I remember the times we shared and I guess I somehow hope that you remember me.
6 years is a long time to still see your face in my dreams, maybe my mind is trying to tell me things are unsettled, I know they are, but there is nothing I can do about that and I don't want to anymore, because I have found my one true love. Again, something I thought you were.
I know you'll never see this, but I do hope you are happy with your life as I am with mine, you deserve at least that even after all the lies.
It seems I may have too much compassion for you, but I've always had a soft heart.
& I honestly don't think you tried to do some of the things you did intentionally, I think it's just that you did not know any better, you were a child inside and maybe you still are?
Signed,
The Girl Who Hopes You Remember Her
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A contest entry
- Hmmm,Options (: by I-Feel-weightless.
400 points, ended November 26, 21 entries
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This is easy to relate to. My boyfriend and I broke up about eight months ago, he broke up with me, after a year of a relationship and after 4 years of being best friends and in love with each other, and I still think about him all the time. I often wonder if I'll think about him six years from now. He was my first love, my first best friend, my first heart break, my first for everything... And I wonder where he'll be. I'm still bitter, and Im' not over it, obviously. I'm not ready to fall in love again either, so I'm waiting for the day where I won't think about him like that anymore.
He's exactly why I put this as a prompt, I have so many letters written to him but I'll never send them.
Great write. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for entering.

