He has someone else now.
He is no longer staring at me in class.
I miss him.
I miss the way he would look at me when someone said something dumb.
I miss the way he would tell me goodnight at nearly midnight because we were sharing our favorite music.
I miss playing 20 questions and talking about random things.
I miss how I would call him dork and he would call me nerd.
I miss the way he would screenshot my snaps because he thought I was beautiful.
He is happy now.
He has someone else.
She makes him happier than I ever would have.
I wish things had worked out different.
Until I can move on, I will just remember our first date (my first ever date) and holding hand on the bus. I will remember laying my head on his shoulders while we slept on our way to the museum. I will remember the way he looked when I was excited about something. I will remember the way he cared for me. And the way he would ruin his sleep schedule to make sure I was okay. And the way he would still come to me when he was feeling down even after we parted ways. I will remember him, and feel happy that he is happy. That he is content with his current relationship.
I miss him, but I am grateful that he is happy and healthy and still the man I remember him to be.
I loved him, but that is in the past. He was my first love. And for a while, my last. But I a happy that my path crossed with his and that I was able to have the experiences that I did.
I miss him, and I’m sure he missed me. But now he has her, and he is happy.