You I actually hate myself for being unable to rid my mind of you. I hate that after everything we had and went through and talked about, you did exactly what everyone else has done to me. You told me it wouldn't be the same as before, it was just a break. No . It's infinite. And that tears me up inside. I can't handle how much losing you has hurt me. We don't talk, so I don't know if you feel anything, I don't know how you are, if things have changed for you, if your #life is better without me. I can only wonder. And it's souls ripping. I miss you. I miss being yours , and you being mine. I miss the future we planned. I miss the late night sweet talks. I miss the I love you's. I miss the summer nights under the stars by the campfire, and the kisses, cuddles, hugs. I miss looking into your eyes and feeling right. Comfortable. Like you were the one. It is unfathomable how much I miss being in your arms, hearing your voice, having you there for me. It hurts. Because now I'm alone. And clueless. Lost. Crying myself to sleep and crying in the morning. I want you off my mind. :s it hurts to remember you.