"I still love him. But I don't want to love him anymore.

I don't want to hurt anymore. Please."

Funny how that was only months ago, when you left me,

& Adele was my only savior.

I thought I'd moved on, but when I saw you today,

I knew that my feelings never really went away.

You were sitting there in your favourite grey school sweatpants,

your headphones over your ears & your fingers curled over a coffee mug.

Your foot was tapping along to a beat only you could hear,

and your hair was as messy as ever.

I couldn't help but to smile to myself as I turned away and left.

It's funny how you still have that effect on me,

even after all this time.

You weren't perfect. I wasn't either. & the two of us were never going to be perfect.

but you made me laugh once, made me miss you when you weren't there.

but you never quoted any poetry, nor thought about me every moment,

& yelled when we were angry at each other.

then I realized that we're only human.

You gave me a part of yourself that you knew I could break, as so did I.

& I guess that was the problem:

we started to analyze things too far,

tried to change each other,

and expected more than we could give -

we were both hurt.

Perfection does not exist.

But at the time I definately felt like you were the perfect one for me,

and although this may not be the case anymore,

I've learned to not let the pain make me hate,

or to let the bitterness steal my sweetness.

You made me happy once,

so I'll take pride that even though the rest of my body may disaggree,

our relationship has changed me in a really good way.

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