So maybe I’m doing this all wrong. Maybe I should learn to live with my love for you, instead of trying to pretend it isn’t real. Maybe I should accept the memory of you, make peace with it so it doesn’t hurt so much anymore. Maybe I shouldn’t try to forget that part of me is broken because of you. Because it only ever works for awhile; and then a song, a movie, an article brings it all back and the tears fall for hours on end… Sometimes days and even months.

I’ve never learned to live with the loss . But maybe it’s time I did. Because no matter how much I love you, you’ll never be mine again. And that kills me. But still, I live.