one whole year.

        It's been three hundred and sixty five days of not calling you mine. Without hearing those three little words and feeling your strong arms.  One whole year of missing you. 
        Even though you may not be my forever, right now my heart still belongs to you.  I still cry when something reminds me of us.  I have to change the song on the radio when Florida Georgia Line comes on.  I avoid driving past your parents because I know I will break down.  I've watched you this past year through pictures and '140 characters or less' tweets.  But not a day has gone by that I haven't missed you.  Missed us.  Missed what once was.  
        I went to unblock your number yesterday.. and then I realized I never blocked it in the first place.  My heart sank. This entire year I thought the reason I hadn't heard from you was because your number was blocked.  Not because you hadn't even bothered to call. I guess you never reached out to me.  I guess I never was worth fighting for.
        Sometimes I think that maybe you are still the one. Yes, I've changed and you've changed... but maybe someday it will be us again. You always said that timing is everything.  I just don't think it was our time.  A part of me thinks that you will always be the one for me.  With your contagious laugh and consistency for always making me smile.  Your awful dance moves and adorable tune deaf voice.  
        I dream of the day our paths cross again and we find out way back to each others arms.  But for now, here's to one whole year of missing you, my love.

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