A/N: Not really proud of this, but I just needed to get my thoughts written down.
Each time, you ask me, do you miss him?
I want to shake my head no, laugh it off and said I moved on
But I can't.
Because I'd be lying
During the day, I fight the urge to text him, to call him, share something I enjoyed with him
Everything I see
Reminds me of something that used to be
I scroll through folders of pics
Searching.
for a picture I forgot to delete of him, of us
yet there's none.
At night, I can't sleep
Memories are flooding my mind, and I can't sleep
I can't sleep
I spend countless nights awake
Scared to fall asleep, scared that these memories of him will disappear
after a night of sleep
I guess I blame myself each night
for I was the reason for the break.
I was the one who cut our relationship in half
and acted cold to him afterwards.
Yet, how do I heal myself of this pain so I can move on?
When everything is a reminder of something that's no longer real.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him
I'd be lying if I said I didn't love him
For I still do.

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