The Beauty of a Cracked Mirror

Used Up Thoughts

I wish I could stop writing about you. I wish that I could wake up with alzheimers or amnesia because it would make it a hell of a lot easier to escape these little memories I could never keep out of my brain. It hurts to know you moved on and you're happy, but I hope this new girl knows the little things about you. Like how you have a very sensitive side. Or how you crinkle your nose before you lie about anything. Or how you love British accents... I hope she knows things like this and I hope whoever you end up with will make you smile as much as you did for me. I had a talk with my friend the other day and they asked how you were doing and I couldn't tell them because I don't even know how you're doing... It's no longer my place to know and I hate it so much. I don't think I ever feel out of love with you. I still have feelings and I think I always will. If I can be completely honest, even though I'm the one who ended it, I sometimes still regret my decision because I didn't think I would be this sad without you... But that's one thing that I could never tell you.