Did I Mention I Miss You? (Did I Mention I Love You #3)

by Estelle Maskame

And that’s why my fury continued to grow: because he left and never came back, because he couldn’t even bring himself to call me, because he was happy wherever the hell he was. And wherever he was, I wasn’t. Which meant he was happy and content without me, and that hurt a whole lot more than I ever thought it could.

Somewhere between last July and now, we lost everything. We lost our inside jokes and our knowing glances, our special moments and our strongest promises, our courage and our secret. We lost the love and desire we shared. I think silence is the only thing we have left.

To think that I was once so utterly and entirely in love with this person is almost too hard to believe now. I have so much resentment toward him these days, so much contempt, that sometimes it hurts.

Pushing him away is what I’m best at now.

I could never hate him. I’m just…mad. I am mad at the fact that I no longer feel the way I used to, and I am mad at him for making me feel this way.

do you know what the worst part is? I don’t know if I can fix it, and I don’t think you want me to.”

I’m not going back without you because I don’t care what you say; I need to fix this.”

Life isn’t always about dealing with the bad stuff. Sometimes enjoying ourselves has to come first.

Sometimes people have to be selfish. Sometimes people have to put themselves first, and for that, I can never hate him.

Maybe these past three years we’ve been fighting so hard to get everyone else to accept our relationship when the only two people who needed to accept it us was ourselves. And after all this time, I think we finally have.

I need to adopt the same mind-set as Tyler. I need to actually make changes rather than just hoping for them.

I have never been someone who loves parties, but this type of party is different. A small one, with only the people who really matter around you, and with nothing but good vibes in the air. This kind is the best.