Love Lost

I saw Matt today. It was incredibly awkward, seeing as it has been forever, and we didn't exactly leave on the best of terms. For a small second I wondered if he still cared, but I didn't dare let myself dwell on it, for fear I would cry. Still, I couldn't stop staring at him. I asked him about his new girlfriend, and asked him how his life is going. He's probably happy now that I'm out of the picture. He couldn't even look at me, probably because he's so disgusted he dated something like me.

He told me he missed me, and I had to turn away from his gorgeous hazel eyes, because he didn't mean it. It hurt. It hurt more than anything ever has. To know he loves his new girlfriend, and not me. He doesn't mean it. He gave me one of those friendly goodbye hugs and we parted ways. I went home and cried under the blankets of my empty bed for hours.

I love him.