Even though you know the ship has sailed, and you’re okay, a part of you still wonders if you cross their mind at all.
The other doesn’t want to know the real reason because you don’t want to bring your hopes up so high, only to have them crushed.
So I think it’s better not knowing, having no idea whether or not I’m
still worth a speck of your time, because then it’ll feel like a
flashback of that same exact day.
I’m sure you remember it. The day I lost all breath in my lungs.
The 24 hours (and beyond) that I couldn’t focus on anything but trying
not to cry. The day I replayed everything in my head from the very
first day you came up to me. The first time someone actually worked to
earn a spot in my existence.
But things change, people change. Promises are broken (even though you swore you’d keep every single one).
You’ve walked out of a future you won’t ever know. And the loss is nothing but your own.
If you’re even relatively interested, I’m okay. I’m better than okay. I’m just sorry you won’t ever get to see it.
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