You're finally fading, like I never thought you would. I've finally realized that we ended three years ago. We both tried to hold on to that intoxicating feeling of innocence that our relationship once gave us. You stopped trying a long time ago, but never failed to give me false hopes.
My heart still believes you're the one, yet my heart has led me to love another. There has to be reason for my inability to let go. Or maybe I just can't fathom that I've lost you for good this time.
Someone else is where you once were. He loves me more than I can understand. He's everything you weren't. But you're a lot he'll never be. You occupy a space in my heart that neither he nor anyone else can ever touch. And it unnerves me that you still have that much power.
I know for a fact that our story hasn't ended.
We have a long way to go.
And that scares me.
