Friday

He will never love you like I loved you.

When you look at him, it will be me you see. His touch will never compare to mine. You know how he makes your heart beat fast? I made it beat faster. He won’t make you melt with a simple smile; laugh uncontrollably with a joke that isn’t even funny. You won’t wish to spend every waking moment with him like you did me.

He’s not the same. He’s not me. He never will be.