Even Though It’s Over For You, It’s Not Over For Me
I still miss you. I go through our text messages and laugh at our jokes.
I still miss you. I go through our text messages and laugh at our jokes.
We are those whose hearts wander. Our beating organ travels through hallways and oceans, looking for something to hold on to.
I wish I could’ve loved you the way you loved me.
Someone’s incapability to receive love should not hinder you from giving love.
You can’t see me hopelessly calling out to you, wanting nothing else in the world than for you to see that she won’t love you the way that I do.
I wanted a fling because I wanted you to see that I was over you. I wanted a fling because I wasn’t over you. Not even a little. Not even at all.
It was because the first time you saw me, you said I was beautiful. It was because the last time you saw me, you called me perfect. If was because every time in between that, I believed you.
I have to move on.
We’re human, and we’re not perfect, so let yourself fall down because that is the first step of picking yourself back up.