𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝕺𝖋 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊

forgotten

for two months that felt like two eternities, i thought about you every minute of every hour of every day. i wanted you, i loved you, i needed you and i had moments where i thought i couldn't live without you. 

but then, we started talking less and less and i thought about you less and less. only once per hour, only once a day, only once a week and before i knew it, i realized that i hadn't thought about you in months. over half a year had passed and i had barely even acknowledged your existence. 

i saw you, you know. 

that day, at the train station, when i was tired and sweaty even though it was cold, when i just wanted to get home after a long day, i saw you. 

and that was the first time i looked at you without these pink glasses of love on. 

your outfit was ridiculous, you looked a lot shorter than i had remembered, you were staring at your phone and there was nothing lovely about your face. 

you looked like a lost puppy waiting for its mom. 

or maybe you were waiting for a girl, i had no idea. 

and honestly, in that moment, my heart was racing. i almost had a miniature panic attack. but i controlled myself, got onto my train and then realized that i had only felt that way because i had been scared you might see me. 

because even then, two months ago, i didn't care about you anymore. but i didn't want you to know just yet. and even now, i don't think you get it. 

you're like a toy of which i got bored. 

and you think sending me these romantic messages once every two months will allow you to keep me in your pocket? 

you lost me months ago and you're not going to get me back. 

come to think of it, i'm glad that that's the way it turned out, because we would've never worked. 

to say it in one of my favorite singer's words... 

that's the way love goes. 

who cares, it's his loss anyway.