February 26th.
Breathe.
It's all I can do. Although I admit it is easier now. Yes, you always managed to take my breath away.
It's hard to describe, this new feeling. I would really like to be mad, but that's not an option when it comes to you. Everything I see and do reminds me of you. I look around my room and remember all the good memories. I see my bed, where we cuddled. I see the stuffed I got you sitting there. I see the dried rose on the wall and the box of chocolate you bought me on my desk.
Then I look in the mirror. I first see the earrings you got me. I look at myself then, dried tears stain my face. I remember how I love you, but you don't return the love. I remember how you touched my face and gave me tingles, and the kiss that tasted so sweet. I remember your eyes that were so full of mischievous. They also held your feelings. The feelings that were once mine, but now withered like the rose you gave me.
I can't describe the feeling because there is no word that describes it. I feel so many emotions. I feel happy, thinking of all those memories and the time we shared. I feel sad, knowing that we won't get to make more of those wonderful memories. I feel that pang in my heart every time I see your gifts. I feel loved when I read your old messages. I feel guilty for liking someone else because I haven't fully let go of you. I feel confused when you give me no explanation if why you broke it off. I feel numb when I hear your name. I feel empty when I don't get to talk to you every night. I feel cold when I don't feel your arms surround me and kiss the top of my head. I feel hurt when I know that we'll never work. But no matter what, I will never feel regret; that is something I can never do. For, you were wonderful. You always cheered me up and brightened my day. You held me close when I was scared. It might be true that you were my first boyfriend, but no matter what, you will always be my first love.
And now that you're gone, all I can do…is breathe easier because you're not here to take my breath away.
A/N: Yeah, just some angsty fluff. Could be from any female really. Just a private letter letting out her feelings.