You know that feeling?

The feeling of warmth inside you. The butterflies crowded in your stomach.

What about the quick glances at them when you think they aren't looking?

You know, the one where they're facing forward and you look at them? But really they see you from their peripheral.

The look in which you admire every aspect of their face; trying to memorize every detail like you'll never be able to look at them again.

How about that feeling when you know they're oblivious?

When you've tried oh so many times to hint that maybe you're the right person for them?

That you're better than that other person? The one that only you realize is going to leave them heartbroken. The heart that you're going to have to pick up and mend in order to make them feel whole again.

What about the feeling when they finally realize you’re meant to be? But you already made the decision that you’re done. You’re moving forward with your life because they took to long.

Are you going to go back? Are you going to give them that chance?

But what if when you do go back? And then they suddenly realize 13 months and 5 days later that maybe you aren’t the one?

You know, that moment when you’re sitting alone outside in the middle of the night.

The memories of laughing at corny jokes and punchlines messed up.

“They love me.”

Followed by the constant yelling that came with fighting.

"They love me not."

But they were always so generous and sweet and caring and kind.

"They love me."

But the passive-aggressive comments about the way you should behave; the eternal tone of disappointment and resentment when they talked to you.

"They love me not."

The moment when you realize what you’ve become because of them.

The moment you realize you’ve invested so much you’ve lost touch with everything else.

The moment you realize that you don’t know who you are anymore.