I get the same feeling. Years could pass, I’m sure my heart would still feel that same ache in the space you left in it so long ago. You’re really the only person who makes my world stop and my heart race all at the same time. Seeing you now makes me feel sad and relieved, mixed in a crazy whirpool of hate and love. I feel entirely at peace, because I see how happy you are. But the peace is only accompanied with the harsh acceptance that the happiness and light you feel within has little to nothing to do with me. You’ve found someone who makes you better, makes you see clearer. That was all I ever wanted to give you. But my heart hurt so badly to see you so low, it angered me that you wouldn’t let me pull you up. All we do is bring each other down in the end. Yet, how does it feel good to finally see you, share words, laugh, and even feel your hug again… I know it’s because deep down we really did have love for each other at some point. Our lives will forever touch somehow, and strangely that is enough for me.

But I’ll never meet a man thats means to me what you do. But I won’t lose faith that good man is meant for me, either.

All it took was one time to see you walk in the door, and this is what my heart speaks.