[1] It’s been ages but I haven’t found anyone else who piques my interest enough. I miss being with my ex. [2] Things were just so good and I was really happy. I miss sleeping next to someone and loving someone but there’s nobody else I want to do it with. [3] I miss the kisses and the hugs and the talking and the laughing and the crying. [4] I still think about him daily and all the things we could’ve done and all the things I would’ve done if ... we were still together. Years later, I’m still sad things ended and my heart still hurts when I think back on that time. [5] I’m pretty sure he found someone new. I messaged him a while back and his replies were so dry I figured I was bothering him and stopped texting. I won’t bother him again. [6] We ended on good terms and not because any of us didn’t WANT to continue but life got in the way. At the time he said maybe we’ll reconnect in a couple of years. I told him that’s just wishful thinking but secretly I’ve been waiting for the message saying it was all a mistake and that we should get back together. It’s so unhealthy and I know it but ... [7] I can’t help but to picture him cuddling next to me at night, it’s just so comforting and puts me right to sleep. [8] I’m scared of falling for someone else. I’m scared I’ll never feel like that for someone else. I’m scared I’ll feel like they don’t compare to him. I know it’s irrational but it’s just the way I feel and I feel it extra much on ... days like this.
