Getting Over You

One

Sunday 7th September

I didn't know what I was getting myself into.

What was going through my head at the time?

I knew that it was wrong, that I shouldn't be doing it but no matter what I did I couldn't stay away from you.

So now it's my problem that I'm broken and I've got to get over you.

It seems physically important because I've fallen so hard for you. I didn't just scrape my knees, the damage is permanent. It feels like you've ripped out my heart, stamped on it and handed it back to me.

Honestly I don't know why I did it. You were so sweet to me, what happened to us? I just want to know what I did. Is that so hard to ask for?

Have you just moved on, found a girlfriend or have you just finally decided I wasn't good enough for you?

The curiosity is killing me, just like it did to the cat.