Life really is unfair. I loved you when we were young, you were my first love. Then you dated my best friend and I hated her for it but I still loved you. Even after you disappeared completely for a few years, I thought of you from time to time and the love it was still there just hoping you would return. Then you found the "love" of your life and I was happy for you because you were happy, although my heart broke again because I was so envious of her. Then one day I talked to you after many years. The "love" of your life was gone, which elated me, but you were leaving again; moving across the country. You said you wanted to see me before you left. I had such conflicting feelings of joy and sorrow. We spent your last few days in town together. It was blissful and dream-like until it ended an I felt more alone then ever. And looking back I wonder did you know I was in love with you? I mean how could you not know and did you feel the same of was I just there to fill the empty void until you left? I miss you more than ever but the real question is do you miss me, ever?
