It’s been months since we’ve last talked. I finally got to the stage where I can go weeks without thinking about you. But going through old photos- you pop up & the feelings slowly start creeping in again. You were such a big part of my life that I had to let go. I wish things didn’t turn out the way that they did. I wish I could put you in my past where you belong. I know that you’re doing perfectly fine without me. That you probably don’t even think about me. But I can’t help myself. I let you get to me. You crawled into my brain & heart & buried yourself there. & you didn’t even have to try. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I don’t wanna start feeling this way again. I’ll just go back to repressing the memories of you. It’s the only way I can move on.


