after so long,
of being hung up on you,
i've begun to forget you.
the sound of your name no longer puts an ache in my heart,
thinking about you with her,
doesn't tear me apart like it used to.
forgetting you, is like the change of seasons.
first,
you experience the fall of leaves in autumn,
and then the struggle of a cold winter.
the snow and icy wind becomes bearable,
and loving someone else is like a summers day.
now and again we always stumble across a
new love.
the kind that at first, you're afraid to dive into,
afraid to experience the new thrill.
but with time, you learn to grow
like a daffodil in spring.
