Unsent Messages

I dream of you often.
I don’t think I have gone a day without thinking of you since we broke up.
I was so desperately in love with you and you took advantage of that.
I can’t explain why I still feel love for you but I do.
I hate myself for feeling this way even when I’m with someone new.
But I wonder every day if you feel the same way about me even though you are with her.
I just wish I knew why you reached out to me again.
I should’ve just fucking asked you.
I’m such a fucking coward for that.
You asked me how I had been doing and that text message after all the time we had gone without talking sent me spiraling back into everything that I felt for you in the beginning.
I have a reoccurring memory of us laying in my bed, I was in your arms and the sun was streaming in.
Your fingers were tracing my face.
I have never felt more loved than in that moment.
Why did we have to end.
Fuck.
I just miss you.
Why did we not end up together.
Just please reach out again.
I didn’t mean it when I told you I was happy with him.
I was lying.
I never stopped fucking loving you.
I can’t forget you.