5 years.

I hate that I still love you. 

I hate that you left me,

for someone else. 

The worst part is, 

that you could call me, 

at 3am 5 years from now, 

and I'd thank the heavens. 

Because when I fell for you, 

I didn't just fall.

When I fell for you, 

I didn't just tell you I loved you,

I meant it. 

I broke through the earth's surface. 

I gave you all I had. 

I gave you pieces of me, 

that nobody has ever seen before. 

And then, one day,

out of the deep blue vast sky,

you decided that you didn't need me anymore.. 

But I, I will always need you..