I’ve forgotten your scent and what you feel like. It’s been about three weeks since we’ve touched or spoken. How crazy is that?
I remember how hard it was to sleep without you. How some nights I wouldn’t sleep at all. I have nothing of yours now. I don’t want it either. I have to move on.
You must remember all that too I suppose.
I wonder when I will finally be able to have a day where you are not on my mind. I guess it takes time. At least I can say I have many moments now where I don’t think of you. One day you’ll be far from my mind. I just have to be patient.
A part of me is trying to forget all the good I ever saw in you partly because I need to let you go and partly because I’m not sure if that ever was the real you. I’m not sure of anything anymore when it comes to you.