I find it quite funny actually.
Right now more than anything, I dread going out and accidentally bumping into you or seeing your face. I don't think I could emotionally handle it, let alone if you were to be with your new girl. I don't think my brain and heart could handle so much and I would have a breakdown.
But every time I go out, a little piece of me hopes that you will be there and that I will see you. Have us bump into each other and talk for a bit, catch up even. Have myself see you one last final time before we part goodbye and move on back to my normal lives.
I find it quite funny really
YOU ARE READING
it was you, always...
Poetryit was always you and me. it was always going to be us against the world. we were so in love and had the whole world ahead of us. but... now that its not, what am I suppose to do?
