Two years. Soon it will be two years that you’ve been gone. And I was almost completely over it. Until I found the necklace you bought me for our 5 months. And i cried. Hard.
All the feelings came rushing back. All the things I’ve been repressing for so long. All the wounds had their bandaids ripped off, never completely healed. And here I am. I still see you everyday. I see your face, and I’m trying to get over you. I hope this is just a remicing moment because I want to be done.
Im tired of crying over you. I’m tired of looking at you. You don’t deserve my tears, your not worth my time. But I’m still here… I don’t even know why.
I’m restless. But every time I hear our song, its gets easier. The less I think about you, the less I cry, and the less I feel for you. But, to me, even know when I’m trying to move on, we’re still puzzles pieces. We still fit perfectly.