It ended,
All of it,
I no longer feel the rush in my stomach when i see your name pop up on the screen,
I no longer find YOU in every other person i meet,
I no longer look at your pictures and say "what if it all worked out?"
I'm no longer jealous of YOU telling how much you love HER,
I no longer ask your friends about you,
It ended,
Im no longer your muse.
In the process, endings became my part instead of the startings.
