It's hard not to have hope for us. So when I see you moving on, I'll try to do the same. And I'll meet someone new and think "maybe he's the one. Maybe he's the one who's going to help me forget about you." But he never is. Because maybe I wasn't meant to forget about you. Maybe I'm going to love you for the rest of my life. And I'm still listening to the songs that remind me of you while you're listening to new songs that you are making new memories to. But sometimes we'll fall back into old habits and you'll accidentally say "I miss you." And then I'll be up all night, trying to find a hidden meaning in that meaningless phrase. But I should know nothing's the same. You don't love me anymore. But at the same time, nothing's really changed. I'm still the lonely girl with sleepy eyes that you fell in love with so long ago, and you're the guy who always knew how to make me smile. So what the fuck happened? How could you just fall out of love?
-xoAsh
