Sometimes that feeling creeps back. And that feeling is stronger than any bad memory we ever created together. I feel that same nostalgia, where my heart feels warm and content and alone all at once. And I miss you.
I always have to take control of myself before I let that feeling consume me. Because even now, the pain can still seep in. I loved you. Like a revolution. Like few could understand. But you loved me back just as much. And to describe it this way is not to exaggerate.
We were not meant to be in love though. We were not created to love each other like that. When we left each other we both cried, knowing it was the best thing that we could do for the other one. And you told me, never half-step. And for you, I never wanted to. You made me feel like I could do everything and nothing all at once.
I am glad that I have forgave you. I am glad that I have forgiven myself. I hope you have forgiven me. And maybe in another life we can try this little dance out again.
<3