At this time last year, I was his world. His one and only. His true love. He would just look over at me with pure love in his eyes and just say, "I love you". Even when I was doing the simplest things like homework, or driving, or eating, or cleaning. He loved me. Keyword:loved.

At this time last year we were discussing what we wanted for Christmas so we knew what to buy each other. He was helping me de-stress from upcoming finals by taking me out, making me laugh, and even helped me create a list as to what I was supposed to do to help minimize my stress.

At this time last year, I was told over and over how I was the only girl for him. How I would always be his, and how he couldn't picture life without me in it. When I asked if he really meant forever he said "as long as you let me, I'll be here." He talked about how he already knew when he would propose to me (the year) and how he had told his dad and brother and they were elated. He said he already had it planned out, and also how he would ask for my dad's permission as well.

At this time last year, we were looking at all of the movies that were to be released in 2016, and which ones we would go see. We talked about new eating places we wanted to go to, and new actives to try. 

At this time last year, he told me how he loved how my hand perfectly fit into his. How my body perfectly fit with his. How I was the girl of his dreams, and he never imagined he'd be this lucky. 

Now, we don't talk. There's no kisses. No handholding. No hugs. No movie dates, no more tv show marathons consisting of pizza and our pjs and laughter. No more "I love you's" and admirable glances. No more planning for our future. No more talk of a wedding. No more sneaky engagement ring preference questions. No more cooking. No more venting. No more reassurance hugs. No more napping together. No more going to bed with a smile on my face thanking God that he is mine. 

7 months have passed since we've broken up. He met someone knew. She has blonde hair and the prettiest blue eyes. She can sing. She's kind. She seems funny. Unique. Artistic. At first they were just friends. But now, in his words, he actually "really likes her". So I had to let go, and he didn't even look back. He looked forward. Towards her. I am no longer his present, and his future. I'm his past. He's happy and is doing great. I'm crying, and breaking. He loved me, keyword: loved. But I love him stil.  I loved him the moment I locked eyes with him in that hallway. He ignited such a deep fire in my heart,that'll be hard to recreate. Our 3 years together are now just a portion of our life. They won't continue.

But he's happy. He's okay. Maybe someday I will be too.