Digging for kryptonite on this one way street.

I feel guilty for things that I haven't done, like some kind of sick payback that he should of gotten. 358 days have gone by. 358 long, pain filled days. Yes, I may miss you, I may still dream about you and I may still cry for you but that is 358 days that mean nothing to anyone anymore. The breakdown of everything still hurts, I still want you but you want nothing from me apart from what I can't give you. Things have been really bad with my family at the moment, things that I used to talk to you about. I keep meeting these people, amazing people who before you came along would have been my dream guys. After you, I don't trust them, yeah I will go swimming with them, I will fall asleep next to them but I won't give them my number and I won't see them again. So maybe I'm not as moved on as I should be but you do not get to judge that and you don't get to ask things of me which you know I can't do.