Too often I feel so alone ...
I see people on the street, at the market, in the mall. They seem so in love and I think to myself "What happened to you?"
There was a time, not so long ago, that my heart wasn't my own. I gave it to the man in my dreams and he never gave it back. When he left, he took it with him and I haven't felt the same since.
I sit here, with this feeling of complete emptiness and it's not because I'm not loved, I feel love all around me every single day. It's not because I don't love, I love everyone. It's not because I'm alone, it seems like I can never get enough alone time. It's because I'm not me. I miss who I was all those years ago before he took my heart. I miss who I know I can be if only he'd give it back. The other day, he showed me a glimpse of who I used to be. Gave me hope for a life more fulfilling. But then, well then he took it away again. If the memories of who I was isn’t who I am supposed to be … then who am I?
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