What the fuck am I still doing here? Why am I still obsessing over you? Why can’t I just fucking forget you.
I’m tired of my heart stopping, beating faster, losing my mind over you. Every year it just gets worse.
I feel like I’m going crazy, I can’t tell what this is. But I could tell you one thing, its not love. Love is a two way street and I’ve been driving on this road for too long. I keep making more stops down memory lane. As you move away further, I’m over here trying to place the broken pieces back together, I’m here looking for the last of your remains.
I wish I could just talk to you. I can’t end us, not yet, at least not without answers.