He was my first love, the only man who ever came into my life and never expected anything of me.
He and I just didn't work, it was like a magnet pulled us together, but then we would repel, and that's the way it happened for years.
We planned to get married, I had his name tattooed on me. I had a miscarriage, he cheated and got someone else pregnant, I fell pregnant, I pushed him away and I ended up miscarrying again.
We were both fucked up. We both destroyed it when it was going well, but we did love each other so much.
For six years we spoke daily after we split up. I dreamt of him, I thought of him daily. I think it was the same for him.
I got married, a year later we were both going to leave our relationships and be together. By chance, he and I were in the same place as each other. I was with my husband and he was with his girlfriend.
We ignored each other. I blocked him on whatsapp. I moved away and deleted his phone number.
I haven't given up fully, because I still check my emails every day half hoping that he misses me and he's sent me messages.
Seven years on and I am still quite confused and it still hurts to be without him.
I loved the very bones of him, I think he felt something similar for me.