Second Degree Burns.

I only sort of loved him. And yet, he was the only one who truly understood me, accepted me, and loved me for me. He knew me like the back of his hand. He knew me better than I knew myself. Now he is with someone else. I didn't love him, but I compare every guy I date to him, and no one ever measures up.

The weirdest part:

Every time I attend a wedding I think of him.

He is forever etched in the back of my mind.