I know I'm supposed to have already moved on since we "officially" broke up two years ago.. and I have. I have gone on dates, gotten to know other people, and really tried to open my heart to other people without comparing them to you-- and I have. But I still love you and I can't help it. I'm not head over heels, skip a beat, heart down to my feet in love with you, but I love you and I want to end up with you. It's not that I want to be with you right now, but I love you-- and I want you to love me back.

 I'd prefer it over any other man that could take my breath away because I'm still only longing for you. I want you back, I wasn't ready to give you up then but you seemed so excited and ready for the change that I had to look like I was as strong as you. 

I wish it was easy to stop, to just make my hands and heart let go and tell them to rest before they latch on to the next guy that I compare to how perfect you are. It feels like something inside me has broken, and my heart has found a way to compensate for it; I know the person I was with you, and the feelings I felt for you will never really go away, but then my mind takes over and picks all the pieces up for me, and fixes it. And here I am, your best friend, loving you in that way.