As a self-confessed, hopeless romantic, perhaps I have only myself to blame for my seemingly cyclic heartache. Most often this comes in the form of needing to ‘get over’ someone- an inevitable occurrence for every being on the Earth.
But what pains me the most is realising that all their insignificant traits I fell in love with; whether that was the way they pronounced particular vowels or the way their hair-flicked (for I cannot deny my shameful shallowness when it comes to hair!) those things do not exist in anyone else.
I will never meet anyone else exactly like them.
Which taunts me tremendously…
… for the reason that I like them.