I think of you, then. I think of you every day. But usually in the quietest part of the morning, or the darkest part of the night. But not anymore. I still love you. I know that deep down in my heart. But it's starting to hurt less. I'm suppose to be happy right? But I'm not. I just don't want to let go. It hurts to know that I'm letting go. It hurts to know there will never be an 'us' again. It's time to move on. I'm scared. Just say the word and I'll come running back into your arms. Gosh I sound so pathetic. So desperate. I hate this. I don't want to feel this way.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we never met. Would have avoided all this pain and longing.