I love you. You know this. But our time has passed. You seem to be moving on. But I’m not. When you told me that I ruined our chances of getting back together that one summer night, I sunk into the ground. My life lingers around the thread of hope that one day, we might be able to hold each other again. I know it’s pathetic, and I’m trying to move on.
But I love you. And talking to you is hurting me. I wish I had the strength to completely remove you from my life.