their faces

when old people talk about their past loves they don't talk about what it was like when their love left. they don't talk about the feeling the next morning when all you want to do is call. they don't talk about how the first week is hell. they don't talk about how every part of you wants to go back. they don't talk about the feeling that all of the work you put in is now wasted. they don't talk about the feeling of losing a best friend, someone who you always knew you could talk to. when old people talk about their past loves, they always say that the love was worth the pain they always say that they have no regrets except for the fact that it ended. they don't talk about the hours of pining and crying, trying to figure out if there was anything that you could have done to make them stay. they don't talk about the hours of replaying events trying to see what you missed. when old people talk about their past loves, they always talk about what it was like to have them, never talking about the sinking feeling of losing them. but you can always read it on their face if you look close enough. you can see the longing and the pain. the hurt that comes with knowing that that person will never come back