{"id":1031704,"date":"2020-08-14T15:55:30","date_gmt":"2020-08-14T19:55:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/?p=1031704"},"modified":"2020-12-15T22:11:59","modified_gmt":"2020-12-16T03:11:59","slug":"i-think-ive-really-lost-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/megan-glosson\/2020\/08\/i-think-ive-really-lost-you\/","title":{"rendered":"I Think I’ve Really Lost You"},"content":{"rendered":"

I remember the day that I met you like it was yesterday. We connected instantly, so how could I ever forget? The more we talked, the more the words just continued to flow as we learned more and more. I thought that I’d never stop talking, and it seemed as though you had no intention of ever doing the same.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet now I clench my phone all day and night, wondering when you’ll call. I keep hoping for a text message or some sign that you still care. But most days I’m lucky if I even cross your mind enough for you to send me a screenshot or a meme.<\/span><\/p>\n

We used to talk for hours on end \u2014 what happened? Where did I do wrong? I’m filled with so many unanswered questions that it fills my brain with tons of fog.<\/span><\/p>\n

Despite the lack of communication, I know one thing for sure: I think this time I’ve really lost you, I’ve lost your love for good.<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember the first time I saw you cry as well as the first time I saw you scream. You told me that I was the only one who ever understood you \u2014 I was the only one who you felt safe enough around to be your true self. I held you close so many times while you let all your feelings out as I told you that I’d always be there to help you and love you through those darker days.<\/span><\/p>\n

But now I spend the majority of my waking hours in a panic, just wondering if you’re alright. I think about all the ways I used to help you not to mention the ways you helped me. But now you refuse to let me into your mind, and I’m left alone in the dark.<\/span><\/p>\n

You used to tell me everything\u2026 Why’d you stop? Did I say or do something wrong? The fear of the unknown consumes me, and I feel useless and unloved.<\/span><\/p>\n

I may not know how you’re feeling, but I swear that I know this: I’ve lost what we once had for good, I lost my place inside your heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember the first time you said you love me. My heart soared as it skipped a beat, so how could I forget? You swore that you meant every word you said and that your love was true. I knew at that moment that I’d finally found that special place, somewhere to safely hang my heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet now all of our conversations fall flat and there’s an awkward silence at the end. I keep hoping that you’ll whisper those three words just one more time, but if I sit and really think about it, I know that you’ve moved on.<\/span><\/p>\n

You used to love me \u2014 but why’d you stop? What did I do to ruin the only good thing that I had?<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve been trying not to say it, but deep down I know it’s true: I think I’ve really lost you. I think we’re over, and it’s time I finally admit the truth.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I think this time I’ve really lost you, I’ve lost your love for good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":36248491,"featured_media":1031707,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"thoughtcatalog_call_to_action":"","tc_post_redirect":"","thoughtcatalog_is_sponsored_content":"0","footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[87899,603199884],"anchortext":[],"posttemplate":[603196126],"adcampaign":[],"coauthors":[603189499],"class_list":["post-1031704","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","tag-breaking-up","tag-life","featured_content-nrml"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/pexels-flora-westbrook-2481392.jpg","author_meta":null,"photo_credit":null,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1031704","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/36248491"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1031704"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1031704\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1031709,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1031704\/revisions\/1031709"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1031707"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1031704"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1031704"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1031704"},{"taxonomy":"anchortext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/anchortext?post=1031704"},{"taxonomy":"posttemplate","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posttemplate?post=1031704"},{"taxonomy":"adcampaign","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/adcampaign?post=1031704"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=1031704"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}