Diary?

Tea.,

Who knew moving on from you wasn't going to be as hard as I thought. Don't get me wrong. I did like you a lot but when I have my mind set up I will work hard to move on. I am now suppressing my feelings that are left over and why? Because you made it clear that there was nothing and now I'm close to you being nothing more than a friend. Yeah you still hold this part of my heart but it's more like a memory than feelings. I am aware that you are just an aftertaste in the midst of being gone. But im afraid that once we touch I'm going to be flooded with the emotions I once left behind. It's more of a wound. And the moment our bodies make contact I'm going to feel that spark I once felt and I'm not ready to pry this fresh wound. But part of me wonders about you and the choice I made. Aftertaste of my favorite tea, the permanent memory of that taste is what you are. I wonder if you would ever change the way you feel about me. The wonder if you could take back what you said that night. I know you are permanent, nothing can erase the aftertaste. I'm trying hard to breathe but I don't want to breathe in your scent. The same scent I once loved. The same scent that now suffocates me. I need air, fresh air and the only way I could get fresh air is if I distance myself a little. The same reason why I don't make physical contact with you anymore. But I really need you in my life as a friend and I don't have to wait anymore for you. If this is what it takes to get over you I'll bear this pain. I can't go back to you. It's going to get worse since it burns like salt in a fresh wound. Like sipping a freshly brewed tea on a cold day.