When you can't even go to school because all you can think about is that one person. That's literally all I can think about. It's you. I feel haunted by my memories with you. I've been trying to move on. I've tried so hard and yet here I am again. I'm falling back again. I'm repeating my past. How is that helpful. It's not honestly. But I don't even know what to do anymore.
I wonder if you miss me sometimes. I wonder if you still love me somehow through everything. I could easily say I love you through everything that's happened. No clue by, but I can't seem to hate you. Everyone tells me I should move on. But I literally cannot. Like I still want you to be my best friend. I want us to get past this. I know we probably won't. But I still have hope. That's all I've built myself upon. This little bit of hope.
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After the Storm//Poetry
PoetryI'm constantly wondering How long it will last But they tell me for sure That this storm will pass *** asterisks will be used for trigger warnings
