Mark my words I might be something someday...

I don’t know what’s the worst thing. The fact that I am so easy to move on from or that fact that you moved on so quickly. The fact that it doesn’t hurt you to know I’m broken or the fact that I wasn’t this way when we were together. That OUR friends will meet her, that they see and hear you talk about her and I feel humiliated every time. That I know your family who I love more then most people I know will soon, if not already, take her into their hearts and I wont be what I was to them anymore. That I wont be the other mum to your children. That you wont call me first when you have good news, that I wont be the first person you seek comfort from. You might get sick one day and I wont be the person who will be holding your hand. I wont have any privilege to see you. I can’t cuddle you any more or kiss you or hold your hand for more then two seconds. I can’t confide in you indefinitely as your loyalties lay elsewhere. You used to tell me I was the most beautiful girl in the world and I would say it to you too, and I meant it, I still do. There will be long periods of your life where I wont know anything because that’s what happens with friends you don’t live close to. You have less and less contact. Every inch of my body aches because I am without you. I cry everyday and I physically hurt. People ask if I am lonely and I say of course I fucking am, I’ve had my heart ripped out pissed on put back and taken from me again. Then it hurts more because I know what the future holds and what it doesn’t, and what it doesn’t is me and you how we were. No one made me laugh harder then you, no one made me smile as much as you, no one has EVER enjoyed my company much until you. You are my soul mate. But you now have turned your attention to someone else. So I am sorry that I make things awkward for you, but you broke my fucking heart and I can’t tell you when that will stop hurting.