It’s been 12 years since we parted ways.
We went through numerous relationships which didn’t work out.
Except now I’m married.
And you aren’t.
But you seem happy.
And I am too.
But you still haven’t left my mind.
And I think about you too much.
I still keep thinking about the time you told me that you still loved me.
It was a year after our break up.
And I didn’t say anything.
I should have.
Maybe if I did, things will make sense again.
I wish you knew that there’s still a part of me that still and always will love you.