When you miss someone so much that it hurts,
That’s how you know you’re in love.

You’re in love, and you’re in pain
And you’re afraid he doesn’t love you like he did before
Because he never says he misses you back
And he doesn’t pick up the phone when you call anymore
(You’re terrified and you have no idea if you have any reason to be.)

Love will make you paranoid
And you’ll never stop worrying
About whether he wants you now
And if he’ll still want you in a month
(Or if he’s been fucking that girl he met two weeks ago.)

You’ll wonder endlessly if he still cares about you
If he still remembers all the beautiful things he said to you
And if he still means what he said
Or if he ever meant it at all
(Or maybe he was just saying those things to get you into his bed.)

And love will hurt, and it’ll never stop hurting
Because you’ll always feel an ache
That sense of ending
That someday it won’t be like this anymore
Because he won’t be happy with you
Or someone will leave and won’t come back
And then what would happen?
How would you go about your day without his unopened messages on your phone
And his smell still in your hair
And the feeling of his lips on yours in the front of your mind?
(Or, how would you go about your day with exactly all of those things bouncing off the walls of your brain
And not break down when you remember that it’s all over?)

And all of this will make you realize that
You’ll always miss him too much
And you’ll always love him too long
And there’s nothing you can do about it.