exxaggerate

“you’re like a disease and i can’t seem to get rid of you”

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.

“You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.”

I wonder if I will ever be as happy as you once made me.

Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let’s pretend we had one.