my heart will always ache for my beautiful boy

Our relationship, from start to end, was two years long and if our breakup day wasn't so close to the same day we met two years ago, my ocd would've crushed me. Our breakup was just as beautiful as the day we met up after texting and all the phone calls we make to each other all summer long. It was hard at first, having to say goodbye and all. But then I remember our relationship was dead. I would thank you for being in my life and you would reply with a "you're welcome." Anyways, the first part was hard because you told me it was the end. I begged you not to go, but deep down I felt free. We apologized for ever hurting each other, and meant it. We hugged the way we hadn't in a long time. We looked in each other eyes, and felt something. We hadn't done that in SO long either. We danced and I gave you one last kiss on the cheek. I won't lie, I wish that would've made you stay, but I'm glad you didn't. I still love you, always will, but I don't feel fire for you anymore. Thank you for being a huge chapter in my book of life, I love you. Goodbye.