I threw away the shirt I wore yesterday. That was a nice shirt. This morning I went through my closet and picked out every piece of clothing you had ever given me and put them in a bag. After that was done I sat in the middle of my hotel room and cried. I dumped the bag of clothes out and held on to them like they were you.
In my mind I was crying to you.
You had my name sewn into my clothes. You said that if I ever lost something that it would eventually find it's way back to me.
But I'm here alone. I knew you were gonna say something like that. Something like what? Someone stupid. It wasn't stupid. It was stupid.
After an hour of crying I stood up and took a shower for the first time in days. I stayed in there for 2 hours. I leaned on the wall and watched each water droplet land. I thought about you today. A lot. A lot. And I'm angry about it. You haven't texted me once. You aren't concerned about me but I can't get you out of my fucking head.
I'm starting to hate you more than I love you.
But I still love you. A lot. A lot.
-they say it takes 21 days to break a habit
