It's been years, and I still look for you. My eyes instinctively search for your presence right when I step into a room. My heart continues to skip beats, to scream in silence whenever your name is spoken. And every night, when the lights go out, in spite of everything, I wait for you. Somewhere deep down, I know it's pointless, but I keep on waiting.
It's been years, and though somewhere in me, I know the truth, I keep hoping you'll be here when I open my eyes, or you'll sing along to our favorite songs. And if I'm lucky, I hope I'll get to feel your breath on my skin, or kiss those lips. I'm hoping that at least, I'll get to see you in my sweetest dreams; in my most extraordinary fantasies.
Boy, it's been years, but I still haven't found a way to live without you. Maybe it's because I had grown so used to you being there; grown used to you in my life. Or maybe it's simply because I loved you. Because you left a mark in my life, an irreplaceable shape in my heart that no one else fits through.
And life moves on; Time ticks by. It's been years, but I haven't changed at all since that last day with you; my memory of you hasn't faded one bit. And even though my friends are sick of me, and my family doesn't know what to do with me, the belief I have of seeing you again still lingers.
It's been years, and I continue to love you with every thing I have, and everything I don't. You were amazing; you were beautiful. To me, you were like nothing else. And I fell in love, and I was torn apart.
So all in all, there are two things that I have come to know like scars cut into my skin: First, I will always love you. And second: You were the worst thing that ever happened to me.