Days have passed since that day I’ve given up on you.

The minutes build up to passing hours, yet my heart took it as an eternity of yearning for your soul. I looked for you everywhere, from the books I read, to the posts I scroll. I looked for you in the clothes I wore, and the hair you loved to ruffle. Given the circumstances, It was my own fault things went this way; it was ours, but I was the one who chose to end it. So why must it hurt so much? Why do I miss you more? Why am I the one sad when you aren’t.
I haven’t smiled since, nor have I laughed, or dressed the same. I dont...