I was at Ikea today and i was wearing my Lucic shirt and i walked past a guy in a Kings shirt and he looked at me with a sympathetic look on his face and said, “We’ll take good care of him. I swear.” and that’s the story of when i cried in Ikea.
“One day you’re going to wake up and miss me so much. You’re going to miss the little text messages I send you. You’re going to miss how I use to worry about you. You’re going to miss how much I loved you. One day, you’re going to miss how you actually had someone that wanted you.”
“I keep going back and forth between liking him and being completely over him. One day I am fine with us being just friends and I dont like him like that, and the next day i miss him and I still like him and I want him back. It’s confusing and I hate it.”
“While you laughed all day, I’d cry all night. While you regretted nothing, I looked back at everything. While you forgot everything, I remembered everything. While you fixed other hearts, I looked at mine that was torn apart.”
“I’m happy now. I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that you will never love me the way I loved you. You never did and you never will. I spent a year saying that you left me but I realize now that you weren’t there in the first place. I understand that I’ll have to live out my entire life to say this with any validity, but as far as I know right now, you are the love of my life. You always will be and there’s no getting over you. There will always be those songs that remind me of us, or what I thought was “us.” Those nights I fell asleep thinking of you with either butterflies in my stomach or tears staining my pillowcase will always mean something. You will always mean something. And yes I love him, but no, not the way I loved you. After all, I loved you with my entire heart and I’m just loving him with what’s left. You were my first love as well as one of my best friends and you’ve come and gone. But I’m okay with that.”