Personal Stalker

I don't know if I miss him, or if I'm only telling myself I do so that I can say I have a broken heart. All I know is that I will be feeling fine, and then I see his arm around her, and it feels like my stomach is dropping ten thousand feet. Seeing him give her that quirky smile instead of me is one of the worst feelings I have ever endured, I am not sure if this is just a psycosimatic response to what I have told myself over and over; I can't live without him. When I see her breathing in his smell of Axe and smoke, I feel myself turn green. All I can do for now is wish, because she has moved on. Will he come running back to me, or was his last decision his final one? Only time will tell.