Still

Nostalgia really sucks sometimes...

 I can still feel you on my skin.

Soft.

Warm.

It makes me sick.

I hate thinking about it.

I hate remembering everything I felt.

I hate remembering everything you never did.

All I wanted was you.

That was it.

No more.

No less.

I wanted to be the one for you.

I wanted you to be the one for me.

But it was a silly want.

We could never be that for each other.

 

I can still smell your scent on me.

Clean.

You.

It makes me cry.

I loved it all.

I loved when you'd think of me.

I loved wanting you so much,

And I loved that you wanted me first.

I never even saw you.

All you wanted was me.

Then me.

Not now me.

You thought I was the one for you.

I did too.

But we were wrong.

 

I can still hear you in my head.

Calm.

Welcoming.

It makes me ache.

I don't want to miss it.

I don't want to feel like I'm forgetting all the little details.

But I am.

Your voice tricked me into feeling wanted.

It tricked me into wanting you too.

I hear their voices too.

They told me all along I was wrong about you.

Told me we'd end up here.

I hate admitting defeat.

But I can't deny it anymore.

We weren't what we thought we were.