You know it’s like we never moved on, even though we did. We always knew it was never going to work out, then again we decided to hurt each other… or at least he did, to protect himself from being hurt once more.
Things stayed complicated between us. I don’t love him anymore, but my life would be meaningless without him.
Can’t live, can’t live without.
He never gave me a reason on why he left me. It was all very sudden and this is probably one of the things that teared my heart the most. It was like a shot in the head, or an awaking from a dream. I tried to console myself, and find a reasonable reason to explain why he would leave, I tried to understand where did I go wrong. The only logical reason to me seemed to be that we were too young, too in love. Nevertheless, our love was a pure and as wide as the wavering ocean, and I never loved anyone as much as I loved him. I never looked into someone’e eyes again and felt at home, the way I did with him. I never felt the way I felt when i was with him and I never will because my feelings for him can’t be duplicated. He was my first love and nobody could ever change that.