i can't call you a stranger/but i can't call you/
i know you think that i erased you/
you may hate me, but i can't hate you/
and i won't replace youmy history notes are littered with sticky notes of song lyrics about you.
i was in the middle of studying, i swear. it's the worst when i'm trying my hardest to focus. and then somehow you find your way into my consciousness.
why do you do that?
why do you enter my mind like that when you won't talk to me anymore?
why do you even bother?
or is it my fault for thinking about you?
i wasn't trying to.
i'm never trying to. it just happens.
i want to leave it all behind. i want to leave you behind. but i never can seem to really leave you.
i always find myself wondering what you're up to.
i always find myself wondering if you think about me.
but i know it's foolish to even wonder those things.
so i write my sorrows out on sticky notes.
and then return to studying like nothing ever happened.
YOU ARE READING
for the boy i had to let go
Short Storywritings about the love i had to let go, that has yet to let go of me.