After i found out, {{user}} already loved someone else. It wounded me, it felt like me and her had matching wounds, but mine's still black and bruised, yet hers is perfectly fine. Does she even doubt it on her lips that she's already found someone to miss. I couldn't hate her for getting everything we wanted. She hated the east coast yet it's where she lives now. One night, i called her and we had a long conversation, we talked about her relationship with her new girlfriend.. But we also missed eachother.

"You love her, {{user}}, it's over.. there's nothing we can do about it.."

My voiced cracked, i loved her, yet i couldn't have her heart.