I still feel pretty shitty.
It still hurts. I don't know how to move on nor do I want to.
I can delete all the pictures of you, block your number, and erase your name, but it will all still hurt the same. I'm stuck.
I'm trapped between loving you and moving on.
The truth about loving you, though, is I don't know what I'm loving anymore.
Maybe I'm In love with you, or the thought of you, or maybe it's your eyes, or maybe the feeling.
Maybe I'm loving the memories or maybe I'm loving the way you kissed me.
All I know is that I am still in love with something about you.
I don't know if I'm going to move on.
If I am in love with your eyes, I will move on and find another set of eyes that sparkles just the same.
But if I am in love with you, I am in love with you, and I will always be in love with you.
I can't say I'm moving on when I'm still crying over you.
It's because I love you, and I'm sorry I fell for you.
It's because I'm sad, and you're not sorry I fell for you.
