It's been six years . . .
It’s been six years since we broke up.
It’s been 4 years since you started going out with her.
It’s been 2 years since I fell in love with another guy.
It’s been 6 months since we broke up.
And yes, it’s been 6 years but I still get butterflies, dragonflies, bees and birds in my stomach whenever I see you.
It’s been 2 months since you guys broke up.
It’s been 6 weeks since I started hoping that we still have a chance.
It’s been 6 hours since I found out that you guys reconciled.
Yes. It’s been 6 years but I still feel that twinge of pain whenever I see a picture of you with her, or whenever we see each other and you bring her with you. I hate it.
She’s so lucky to have you.
She doesn’t know that I still wish that I am her so that you’re mine.
I loved the guy I was with for two years but he never made me feel alive and giddy and happy. I was happy, I thought I was.
I posted pictures about the guy I was with them, lots of them, to show you that I was happy with him.
I wanted to show you that I survived without you. That I was in love again.
But you are so happy with her and I was miserable with him.
I loved him. Please don’t doubt that.
I loved him so much but you will always be my “If I Should Love Again” kind of guy.
You’re my first love.
My first in everything.
And nothing and no one can change that.
And here I am crying myself again because it still hurts. It hurts that you love her so much and you will do everything to be with her.
I was your rebound.
And I can never forget that.