Ours wasn’t an unrequited love at first. You l…

Ours wasn’t an unrequited love at first. You loved me, as much as I did. Then things started to change. You were sliding off of my hands and I couldn’t do anything to make you stay. It was the worst because I was left with all the memories. I didn’t have to “imagine” how things would be, because I knew exactly how it was to be with you. I didn’t need books or films to make me cry because my room was filled with stuff that reminded me of you. And I still can’t keep myself from fantasising us getting back. Usually, in my scenarios, I make a joke and we laugh more than necessary. Then you look at me, and that look is the ending point of my misery.
I miss you a lot.