Incomplete

When I hear the word incomplete I think of me without you. But I’ve been this way for awhile, “incomplete” is how I’ve been living. I “complete” feeling. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I just get angry and want to run from it all, but I can’t I have to face it sooner or later. What did I do? That is the question I still have. Nothing in this world is better than me around you, witch means, the worst thing is me without you, which is what is has come to. I can’t pretend that it’s not true anymore but “we” are over and there will never be another like you. I just wish it wasn’t so. But I can’t change the past or what you did and said, and since this maybe my last loving words to you, I want you to know I love you, but I can’t forgive you for the ways you have hurt me in the past.