Nobody tells you.

I guess I will never stop missing.....
I will never stop missing .......you
........your kisses
........your hugs
........your smile
........your voice
........your love.

With time I have understood that I will never stop missing you and that I will never stop loving you.

With time you understand that being in love opens your heart, that you become vulnerable, that you become weak... and that when that person leaves, your heart is wide open. That the person you loved the most can hurt you and that the memories will hunt you forever.
Nobody tells you that It will heart, that the damage they make will hurt forever, but that still you will love them, no matter how much it hurts.

You left me, you disposed me when I was no longer needed.

You went away, and to see you how your new life is so beautiful, without me in it, hurts even more.

That I am no one, that I am just someone you left, that I am disposable and with no meaning for you.

I am tired to cry, to be in pain, to feel broken, but I can't control it.

Nobody will ever tell you what is to be in love with your first love, never.

Most of all, nobody will ever tell you how much it hurts, and if they do, you won't believe them. You will not believe when they tell you that with that person you will feel your heart for the first time.

That when you see that person your heart pumps faster and you feel alive.

That when your heart is broken you literally feel your heart.....in pieces.

That when your hearts rips apart piece by piece, you feel nothing but pain.

Nobody will tell you that when it starts to heal.....
There will be a wound
Then a scar
And that you will always remember why the scar is there, and once you remember....
the memories of the kisses
Of the hugs,
Of their smile
Of their voice will come like a rush to your mind, and than that part of you that is dead will live for a minute so it can die again.

This healing process has been perhaps one of the most challenging things that I have ever gone through.
I try to not to break every day.
And I try
I try
Everyday.

I heard once that it takes the same amount of time that you were with that person to get over them. It doesn't, and if it does, it feels forever.

Sometimes I would like to forget....but then I remember you, and even I know I will feel broken, I like to think of you.

Also nobody tells you that with time, it starts to hurt less and that everyday the memories become your dreams, and that the memories doesn't hunt you and stop chasing you while you are awake, just when you are sleeping.

Nobody tells you that you sometimes feel afraid, that when it starts to hurt less, that probably you will forget, that you feel afraid to forget.

Nobody will ever tell you......an exact definition of what love is.

Nobody ever tells you that love is guilty pleasure.

Because love is/means/hurts/feel different for all.