it's not the fact that we won't get happily ever after or that you'll find someone else. It's the little things. I'll never see you with bed head or listen to you ramble about your favourite things. I'll never watch you dance and sing to your favourite songs or watch you play with your dog.

I'll never hold you in my arms or bury my nose into your hair. I'll never trace patterns along your back as you sleep on my chest. You'll never know how much I love and adore you and I'll never have the privilege of calling you mine.

and that really hurts