You didn’t just get over someone you loved in a few weeks, or even months. It wasn’t a passive thing. It was a choice that you made in little ways everyday, until the day arrived where the hole left in your heart by them finally heals. A great love, like the love you’d shared with Rafe, was the hardest to heal from. You’d had to choose to let him go, as hard as it was, so that you could find the happiness he’d said you’d deserved.

A little over a year after the breakup, you had been forced back into his orbit. The two of you had stood up in your friends wedding, both of you skipping out on the pre-wedding events, so that you only had to make nice on the day of. Your eyes had met across the aisle, and you’d been hit with the memory of him and you discussing your wedding day. It still hurt to think you two hadn’t made it there.

but I'm learning to live without you now, but I miss you sometimes

You were making awkward small talk with other guests at the reception. Sipping from your glass of champagne, you look around the room, your eyes landing on Rafe. His eyes lock on yours, and you don’t know why that does something to you, but a small gasp escapes from your lips. Maybe you’d been trying so hard to live without him, to convince yourself that you could, that you’d forgotten how the tiniest glance from him could wreck havoc on your heart.

I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter

Rafe’s been avoiding you all night. It isn’t until he’s really looking at you now, that he remembers why. He always got too caught up in your beauty, in how you took his breath away and made him forget all common sense. He’d thought he had figured out how to live without you, and maybe he had, but he wondered why he was even trying to now.

The longer he stared at you, taking in every detail that he had thought he’d forgotten, the more he wants to talk to you. He wants to be by your side, to feel all the feelings he’s been fighting against for a year.

even if, even if you don’t love me anymore