NEON & HAZY

I catch myself scrolling all the way down to our old text conversation every once and a while. It’s been three years. I scroll through and read them. Me begging you to take me back, promising you that I would love you forever. And you repeatedly telling me that you will never be able to trust me again, you moving on to someone new. Me trying to keep you in my life as at least a friend but knowing that it’s tearing me apart. Three years and the feeling I get reading those messages is exactly what I felt back then. Why do I still hurt like this? I think I need closure. I never truly understood why things happened the way they did. Why they ended the way they did. I’d love to know. Maybe if I knew I would be able to get passed this. Maybe I could delete those old messages and throw away that tshirt without feeling like a piece of me is going with it. Maybe.