Sometimes, I get hit with the memory of how much you mean to me,
just when I think I’m finally okay with letting you go.
I can deal with being just friends. I can deal with being more than
that. It's just deciding which one we really are that gets me.
He is and always will be the love of my life. That scares me so
much. It scares me to a point that you don't even know. I don't
want it to be true. But no matter how much I say I'm over the guy,
I'm not. But it's better than before, I can live without him. I
don't always want to talk to him, or always want to see him. I can
go for a day, an hour, even a moment without thinking about him.
But there's always a point that I see him and he smiles at me, or
he'll say something stupid and everything I've ever felt for him
comes flooding back, even if for an instant. and that tells me I'm
not over him.