We're not meant to be, But i still love you.

What lies behind us
And what lies Before us
Are small matters compared to
What lies Within us
- Unknown

I think it's pure insanity how people can feel love so intensely and strongly and then BOOM! Just like that, the feelings disappear. It hurts, and it sucks and I don't like it one bit. Not for me, or anyone else out there. If you loved someone as intensely as you once claimed, you should at least be able to put them down gently back on their feet. If you truely loved them, you wouldn't let them go and watch them fall from such great heights. You would be able to place them gently so they don't shatter.

No. Your face is the same. I just don't know what beautiful means anymore. -Ender's Game

My once true love, if you asked me to today, I would hold your hand. But as Juliet once said, My lips have been purged of my sins, except this time I won't ask for them back. My sins that once slept upon my lips now rest on yours as well, and they are in my past as much as you are. I will think about you every day for a while, and then when I meet someone else - because I will, don't doubt it - I will think of you less and less like my once love before you. But don't be worried my favorite, I do think of my once love before you now and then. And I feel a pang of sadness in the empty void that he once filled, so unlike yet similar to the tear of sadness I feel when I think of what we had, what we were and what the future may or may not of held for us. I gave you my everything, and you gave me ... what? A song to play in my ear when I'm missing you, a movie to watch to make me think of you. Nothing I did, nothing I ever could of done could rescue you. Only you can do that, and the selfish boy within isn't going to let you. Until you let go of your past darling, you'll never feel love, and for that, I pity you.
Don't think of me when you play your stupid guitar, or when you watch those movies. Don't think of me when you stand by the ocean, grinning because you know you can conquer it. Don't even think of me when you look up to the vast twilight sky, and not even when you see more stars than you bargained for. Just listen to the song that I kept so secret to myself, like the beat to my heart I hugged it close to my chest, unwilling to share it with you, afraid of your criticism. But not anymore. Just listen for Drops of Jupiter, and think of me then, and only then. Because in a while that's the only damn time I'll be thinking about you.