Dear Handsome,
I loved you.
I still do.
I never told you.
I couldn't, but I think you knew.
You didn't love me.
I knew.
You couldn't, though I don't know why.
There were moments when I though you did.
I was wrong.
I wanted what you couldn't give.
You wanted nothing from me.
It hurt deeply when you pulled away.
More than you could ever know.
It still does.
I should be over this now.
I'm not.
The wounds are somehow
still fresh after all this time.
I often wonder what I could have
done to change your mind.
I know the answer is "nothing".
I often wonder if you think
of me now with fondness.
I hope there are times you do.
When I see your face,
When I feel any of the things
that made you who you are,
I am on the verge of tears
for the "could have been".
I am torn in two
through your heart.
Losing the love
I never had has
hurt more than
any other love
I've lost.
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