The one that got away

It's almost three months since the last time you were mine and I was yours. I thought time heals all wounds. If I just go with the flow, all the pain I'm feeling will just eventually go away but then again, I was wrong. You still cross my mind from time to time. I still think about all the feelings I had or should I say, still have, for you. I can't help but miss you every single time and wonder what we could have been.

There are few people who came in my life after you left and I thought I already moved on from what we had... but no, I didn't feel the same thing with them. They say, probably because it's a different person but I guess not. What I felt for you is love, the longing is entirely different. I wake up every morning thinking of you and go to bed still thinking of you. I go to school just to see you. I can spend all my time with you and it still wouldn't be enough. I just want to hug you really tight and hold your hands. How I wish all of these are still possible now. I miss you. I miss us.

If only I could turn back the clock, I will go back to the 3 straight days I spent mostly with you. From those days, I felt loved and wanted. I felt that someone got me. Someone cares for me. All those hidden holding  of hands, whispers, tight hugs and so much good memories that keep me fighting for tomorrow. During those moments, I realized that we were stronger. I got to see the real you and I can't help but cling to you even more. I realized that I'm in good hands and we can make it work.

After all, I regret leaving you. I regret being the one that got away. I was just hoping that you would run after me but you didn't and that was the worst decision I've ever made in my entire life. I tried winning you back but I guess you got really hurt. I really loved you and I don't think I will ever feel this way again to other people.