Joel
I miss the days when everything was easier. When we were in love, we were happy, and everything was okay. You were there. Physically. Emotionally.
But the perfect days never last. The honeymoon ends, and real life begins. It happens.
They say true love never ends. It's a lie. You stopped loving me. I thought I had healed, but I guess I never did. Not from the hurt.
I love you.
I hate you.
I miss you.
I wish things didn't end this way. But I suppose not every story gets a happy ending.
Ours doesn't.