"They say if you love something let it go, and if it really loves you then you would know." ~ Letter to my ex / pleasure P

I'm still waiting. After 3-4 months. Waiting for what? You. The impossible. why? Because I'm missing you. Not one night goes by when I'm not thinking of what we could've been... I had potential in you. In me.. In Us. I finally had hope. Hope that I would finally be happy. But you know.. things don't last forever enless its a blessing from heaven. I thought you were my blessing, I thought I was yours... but I guess not. I finally had a smile on my face for no reason. But I was once again left, to pick up my pieces. I need to let go yes I know. But how when the only thing that made me happy left me to drown? Me waiting for you is like waiting for rain in a drought. I gave you my all, you took it pretending to care, then through it away like a pointless piece of paper. I loved you, now you love her.. I need to accept that now, because if you cared enough than I would've known...