I want many things.
I want to take back the wasted years.
I want him to give a damn about what he did to me when we ended.
I want to grab him by the collar, shake hard and demand, "How COULD you?"
I want him to feel as cheated as I did.
I want my current discontent to have died when my feelings for him died those years ago.
I want to be able to feel without fear.
I want to be able to say, "Goodbye till tomorrow" instead of just, "Goodbye."
I want to be able to remember what it is to be in love, because it scares me that I don't remember.
I want hope to stop wearing away.