I think I’m getting over you until I drink too much and I realise I’m staring at a sunset in a foreign country and I start crying from the sadness I feel in the depths of my stomach. I think I’m getting over what we did until I see your online and you ignore me. I think I’m getting over what you did to me until I somehow end up torturing myself with your last message. I think I’m getting over it all until I see how I’m not even on your mind anymore.
You make it look so easy. Want to share your secret?