I remember the first time I met you.
You were always blended with the others, part of the dull fog in my atmosphere. Not able to distinguish you from the others.
Until that day, you become a light bulb. Everything become bright and lively.
You were everything, smart, pretty, kind and more. Everyone loved you, not as much as me.
You always let your hair down, and I used to braid it for you. Sometimes I would put it around your neck, but you never notice what I was doing.
I was yours, and I am still yours.
We did things together, went to places together. Of course, we were both young. I couldn't give you my all.
You realised that you can hurt me, damage me and I will still manage to stay with you. The amount of times you have dumped me, then acted like nothing happened when you decided to come to me. I was so happy that you always came back to me. I felt needed.
But...
You weren't mine. Even after 4 years of being together, growing up and having fun. You made me feel normal. When I'm not there, I used to imagine you laughing without me. A thorn would sting me straight to my chest, but didn't want to pull out.
I always thought you were mine, 4 years straight of that thought.
You are mine. There is no way, you aren't mine.
The thought shattered when you disappeared from me.
I waited years. 5 years to get over you.
Tried to find any signs of you online, went to visit your old house. You weren't there.
The last thing I remembered about you... is you being part of the dull fog again.
That light from the bulb broke.
I want to change, meet someone new.