The worst part of being in love is losing it and then being so sure that you're never gonna feel this way again, even if you wanted to. The worst part isn't living in the house we lived together and relive everyday the days we spent together. It isn't coming home and sit on the bus wishing I was holding you hand. It isn't so bad, after all, not having the courage to show anyone our house because I treat it like a sacred place. The loneliness is not a big deal also because I can - and I do - find my own company amusing.
The worst is knowing from the bottom of my heart that no one is ever going to make me feel this way again. Knowing that there will never come the time when I will feel the eletricity of being around someone like you again. No one in this world is capable of being more interesting and yet not boring like you are. No one can be so funny in the most ridiculous ways and yet look so smart. No one will ever make me feel so comfortable of speaking my mind out.
And even though we lost ourselves in the way, I will always hope that we can find each other again. You are the one person I miss the most and isn't one single day that I do not think about you. Maybe sometime we can meet again and make things work out.
