I miss

Seeing you again today was fine. More than fine. It was wonderful. Bittersweet, sure, but wonderful nonetheless...

Until your girlfriend showed up. 

I'm no longer her equal. Can no longer demand or expect your attention or be a priority when she's in the room. If this was a race (which it wasn't), she's won. I've lost. 

I've lost you. 

It was necessary. 

We agreed. 

We still agree, in fact. 

But seeing you with her made it even more real. You two have a life together now, a life I'm not a significant part of. A life I don't have. It was necessary, but fucking hell it hurts.

I miss you. I miss what I wanted us to be. 

I miss.