Walk Away

I still think about you, even though I shouldn't.

The memories come to me in fragments. Sometimes I think about you holding my hand tightly whenever we'd be out walking. There are other times when I think of whenever we'd kiss. Or sitting on the couch watching TV. Or laying on your bed, just holding each other; listening to each other breathing, not saying a word. Having your arms around me felt like home. It felt right. The feeling of your arms around me; your hand holding mine; your lips kissing mine. Everything.

I wish this could have ended up differently. I wish we could still be together. But you showed me who you really were. You didn't love me, but you made me think that you did.

It's so frustrating that you absolutely ignored me. It hurts. A lot.

I had to walk away for my mental health. It wasn't easy to do, because I still loved you and cared about you. But you clearly didn't feel the same way about me, otherwise you wouldn't have shut me out.

This is going to hurt for quite some time. And I'll be thinking about your kiss and your touch for quite some time. But I know that I'll find what I thought I found with you in someone else. The only difference is that next time, the feelings will be reciprocated. My feelings will be valid, and I will be loved and supported.

I wish you well, but I have to walk away...