I just want to lay on your chest again and listen to your heartbeat. I want you to sit on the couch with me, play with my hair, and tell me that I'm beautiful just one last time. I want you to come over in the middle of the day and take naps with me again, because that was our thing. I want to go on long drives and sing along to country music with you.
I just want things to be normal again, but you want none of that. You broke me. You ruined my perfect concept of love. I thought we had it all, but apparently that wasn't enough for you. You said you wanted a forever, well our forever didn't last that long. You were talking about marriage and starting a family and planning out our future, but now, you won't even talk to me. You broke me.
The saddest part of it all is that you don't even care. What happened to the I love you's and the phone calls that lasted all night? What happened to our scary movie dates where you'd hold my hand and remind me it was fake? What happened to our Sunday brunch dates? What happened to us?
You broke me, but I still love you. I still want the best for you. I still want you to be happy. A little part of me still wants this to not be real. I still want to see your white truck drive down my driveway. I still want you to kiss me on the forehead. I still want you to love me - but you don't, and that’s what broke me.


















