It's hard, it's going to be hard, nobody will tell you that it's going to be easy. Break ups are hard and no matter how much you think you're over him, you're not. Unless you loved someone with all your heart and this hasn't torn you into pieces you will always miss him. No matter how many times you tell yourself you don't, you know you do. You don't realize how much of an effect he has on you until that someone new reminds you of him. He doesn't reply like your loved one did and you're stuck wondering what you did wrong. You were so used to having him around that now you just locked yourself away and you're not willing to give any one else the key unless that person is like him, but you won't find another person like him. So you're stuck there being okay but deep down you still find pieces of him in anyone you meet, you still can't listen to that song that was once you guy's song, you still feel alone and empty at night and you're just lying there wishing his arms would wrap you up just one more time, because nothing really felt safer than his two arms that felt like the most confrontable home. And your kisses were my favorite thing. I would honesty do anything to kiss you or to be in your arms one last time.
