I can't breathe.

It's irrational and unreasonable, but I still hope to wake up and see him next to me, for us to be us again, without any of the stupid mistakes, without the hurt, just us. It's them now, not us. It's their time and I need to deal with it. He chose her, he wants her and I want him to be happy, I don't want him to hurt anymore, I want him to have his love of life back, I want him to be the boy I met, the boy I fell in love with and the one who I miss indescribably. I wish I was the thing that made him happy. I only want what is best for him.