You know. I don't really think about you anymore. I have found peace in the fact that you'll never love me and that's okay. It only took me twenty five no's, seven years, four bottles of alcohol, and two suicide attempts to figure out, but I got it. I looked back on it all and out of the 220,752,000 seconds I couldn't find one where you weren't on my mind. I remember thinking of you whenever I was down about how not fair life was. I remember worshiping the ground you walked on even before you knew you were beautiful. I remember thinking when I moved across the country thinking I would walk back if it meant I could be with you. I remember drinking my first whiskey. I remember how it burned going down, but I didn't care cause it made me stop thinking of you. I remember looking down the side of the building. I remember imagining that you would catch me. I remember that I'd already fallen for you once and I wasn't going to do it again.
Now I don't think of you.
