You and me, roadtrips at 3am.

I don’t want you back even though I love you more than I have ever loved someone before, even though I’m completely infatuated with everything you are & everything we were.

Maybe this is it for me. Maybe I don’t ever stop loving you. I don’t get upset as much anymore but I still miss you. I don’t cry like I used to about you and I think about you less but you still cross my mind and it feels like you never really left it at all. Maybe I have to just live with the fact that you have rooted yourself in my brain and I cannot weed you out. So maybe I don’t ever fully get over you, maybe I never will. Maybe I won’t ever stop wondering what you’re doing and who you’re with. Maybe I just have to live with it. Maybe I have to live with not being able to stop loving you. And maybe I have to learn to accept that you have already stopped loving me.

There’s nothing I can do to make you want me. And I just stand here helplessly, watching you want me less and less. I am painfully aware of the fact that you don’t think about me at all.