Love.
It's such a weird feeling, I.. ugh. How can I possibly explain this to somebody who's never been in love (and lost them, through no choice of their own)? It's like trying to explain an orgasm to a virgin. Every single day, I wake up and feel differently towards him. Some days I love him and want him so intensely that all I can do is lay there with my arms wrapped around myself and think about it. Other days, like today, I'm so angry and upset that I'm sure I don't need him and wouldn't care if we never spoke again.
Mostly, though, I just miss him a lot. Miss us. It sounds stupid, but we had one of those classic fairytale relationships where I swear to God nobody has ever loved anyone like we've loved each other. I know, it's one of those ridiculous stereotypes, but it's.. yeah, I can't think of anybody I know or have known who could possibly.. understand.. I can't even count the number of people who have told me to get over it, that I should stop bitching about it, but all I have to say is, those people obviously have never experienced what we have. And as much as it hurts, I feel sorry for them, because it's simultaneously the most painful and most rewarding feeling in the world.
Mostly, though, I just miss him a lot. Miss us. It sounds stupid, but we had one of those classic fairytale relationships where I swear to God nobody has ever loved anyone like we've loved each other. I know, it's one of those ridiculous stereotypes, but it's.. yeah, I can't think of anybody I know or have known who could possibly.. understand.. I can't even count the number of people who have told me to get over it, that I should stop bitching about it, but all I have to say is, those people obviously have never experienced what we have. And as much as it hurts, I feel sorry for them, because it's simultaneously the most painful and most rewarding feeling in the world.