You never understand how much a person means to you until they’re taken away and all that’s left is loneliness. All that’s left is a pit in your stomach, tears in your eyes, shaken hands and an empty spot in your bed. She meant the world to me but I was too fucking stupid to realise it before it was too late. I mean, I hope she realises that we love each other and that’s what matters. But I doubt she will. Obsessed with the story book romance of rose petals and candlelit dinners, she won’t ever accept me saying ‘i love you’ as enough. I love her with everything inch of my being. She made me feel like me. I can’t give up on her, I really can’t. I understand love songs now. Your mind tells you that you must get over it but this deep thought from inside tells you to keep fighting. I would wait an eternity for her but that’s not realistic. I need to start moving on just in case she doesn’t want me back. The worst thing about it was that I never got one last kiss, one last cuddle, one last hug, one last dinner, etc. If I knew they were my last then I would of cherished them as if it was my last day on earth but I took them for granted, like I did with her. She was beautiful, amazing and everything I wanted/needed in this world. I know I’m a hopeless romantic that wants everything to be fine with some sort of restored equilibrium, but it’s not. She’s fucking gone. She’s left my distraught and dead inside. I feel numb. Like I’ve had my heart ripped out. I understand what love is now. Now that it’s too late to do anything about it. I love you, if you read this, you are the girl I would give up breathing for and the girl I will wait for as long as I can. I will leave the space in my bed ready for when you jump back in it and give me a cuddle. I will leave your make up just the way you left it in my bathroom. I will hold on to our memories for as long as I can. I am in love with you, I hope you realise you are too and we can work this out.