When I picture you in my head, I picture the version of you before you hurt me or the version of you that apologizes and we become whole again. I donāt get nervous with my versions of you. The thought of seeing you again makes me nervous but also excited, getting butterflies even with all you put me through. I donāt know how itās humanly possible for for someone to still be madly in love with someone who shattered their heart and soul.












