Truth is…
I’ve forgotten the feeling of your cheek on my cheek.
But not the memory of how you made me laugh when you placed it there so goofily.
I don’t want to remember you.
I can go days and even weeks without thinking of you.
Then you pop up out of nowhere and I can’t rid you of my mind for hours on end.
I could give a damn.
But then when given the opportunity, I realize I do.
But I don’t want to.
I’ve sat and thought in detail of the life we almost had. The life we could have had. The life that was.
It was joyful, and sad. Hard. But full of growth, triumph and love.
We had love.
So truth is: I still love you.
But I don’t want to.
