Celeste

“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”

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.