I was attempting to get over you this week. So I thought trying a dating app would be a good decision. And I actually went on a date last night. He was nice enough. Dark hair like yours. We got coffee. And then he invited me back to his place... I didn't go on a date expecting anything to happen. Or, maybe I did. I wore your favorite pair of my underwear. The ones in your favorite color. So maybe I did expect it. Maybe I let him kiss me, with the hope of replacing my memories of you. And maybe I let a stranger touch my skin, to wash your imprint off of me. And then, maybe, I slept with him just to forget you. But it didn't work. It didn't fucking work, did it? I still miss you so much it hurts. I still hear your voice and see your face even though you aren't here. You're haunting my thoughts. You're always there. When will you allow me some peace? No one is ever going to replace you. And nothing will ever make me forget you. My heart won't allow it. It was ludicrous to try. There will be no shortcuts to getting over you. Nothing is going to make this easier. Or quicker. I just don't know how much longer I can bear this unrelenting pain.
