(To no one in particular. I'm feeling all sorts of feelings, so I decided to write this.)

To the one that got away,

I have never written about you before, but I guess I can share now that you're my greatest heartache. I never had the courage to tell anyone about you because I wanted you all for myself.

I longed for you. Yearned for your touch.

I wish I got the chance to know you better. I have been hurt so many times, but my only regret is that I should have just let others think what they wanted to and pursued you. But that's not me.

It could have been you.

We could have been happy.

But you weren't as into me as I was into you. Perhaps it was best that I let you be.

Thank you for those short moments of laughter and contentment. It had been my refuge for a short while, too. But it's too late to go back to that now.

I missed you so much then. I miss you sometimes now. Maybe tomorrow, I'll miss you less.


Sincerely,

The One That Got Left