Thinking of him makes me sad. Being happy reminds me of him. What I thought we had was a lie, and the love I received was fake... but the way he made me feel, that was real. Am I still in love? ... No. I can't say that I am. I feel love, but it's changed. I do not need him anymore. I want to though. I don't hurt like I used to. Sometimes I miss him. Sometimes I despise him. Sometimes I'm just lonely. I feel a longing for companionship from time to time. I look back in bitterness at the sweet memories I have. But no, I don't hurt anymore. No, I am not in love.
I've been waiting so long.
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