My ex girlfriend broke up with me just a month or so ago. I miss her. My anxiety told me she didn’t love me just because she was shy, but I know she did. It was my fault she broke up with me. I scared her, fighting someone who told me to kill myself in front of her, when I had already attempted before.
I have a lot I wish I told her.
I wish I told her how much I liked her hair. It’s so pretty, and a cute shade of brown.
I wish I told her that she was beautiful, even once. I love how she looks and I wish she would’ve heard that from me, but I was too anxious and shy to say it to her.
I wish I told her that it was so sweet she wore the shirt I bought off clearance with the little money I had the next day. I halfway did, but I didn’t say it outright because of anxiety.
I wish I explained how I liked her smile in a less creepy way. I told her I thought her “mouth was one of the things I liked about her” along with her eyes, and that it was because when she smiled it looked so adorable, but she told me, “That’s sweet but the mouth part is a little weird.” I kept telling her to smile more often, and I realize now looking back, she only ever smiled so big around me.
I wish I told her that I loved the shape of her body. It isn’t skinny to the point of being unhealthy, and she isnt overweight to the point of the same. She looked so natural and genuine, not like she worked to keep an appearance she didn’t want. Either way, I’d have loved and accepted her, but the naturalness of her frame was so beautiful to me.
I have a vivid memory of me looking at her from across the bus where she liked to sit across the aisle from me, and taking in her appearance, thinking to myself, “If this were the last time I saw her, this is what I’d remember.”. It is indeed what I remember.
I wish I told her that I wanted hugs and cuddles from her. I craved affection from her and I always have and still do crave intimate, romantic physical intimacy (not necessarily sexual). I wish I at least asked for a hug, or to hold her hand. I never got to in the end.
I wish I told her that she meant the world to me. Sure, I told her I loved her, but the way she lit up my day with every text message and every time I’d see her at school couldn’t be matched. She made me feel loved, even through my anxiety telling me she didn’t.