He was never supposed to become so important. He was never supposed to become my cup of confidence in the morning and my shower of comfort at night. He was never supposed to become something I looked forward to. I never should have let him pierce his way into my shattered heart like this. I thought I was being so careful but the truth is that I never saw you coming. I know what crushes are. I've had plenty of them before, but with him, it was something else entirely. He was never supposed to become so important, but he did. Two years. That's how long I've had to live knowing that I wouldn't see him or talk to him again. Two years and you're still on my mind every single day.
How am I supposed to ignore how important you were and how empty everything feels now that you're gone?