I can't stand it.

I hate this. I need you, and I want you.

Yet everything we've been through, everything we've done, means nothing to you. At all.

I need some closure. I need to believe. There was something there.

And there may still be.

I hope with my whole heart, being, and soul that there's still something there we can work off of, something we can use to bring us together yet again.

I hate not being around you, taking in your every breath, every word.

Because, I know I could have loved you. I know. And it kills me every day that we could have had something so damn beautiful. While not everything may have been perfect, I would have had you. And you, me. And I wished, and prayed, every single day for something to happen.

It never did.

Your little signs and hints were never taken lightly, and my life always seemed so relevant to yours.
I need closure, yet I can' t ask you for it. Because you won't give it to me. Its pointless.

Your face used to bring me joy, and the comfort of knowing that you'd be there in the end.

But you weren't.

And I have to face this every single day.

You chose her.

And I have to live with that.

I would list every single thing you've shown me
every little detail

but that would take days to write.

And I guess I don't have that much time.

I miss you.

I miss all of the days we shared
and what you told me
and what we did

but its gone now.

I still hold onto it, but do you?