For the past eleven long months I’ve put on a happy face and pushed myself forward. I’ve pushed, and pushed, and pushed all because I knew that if I ever stopped I would let you back into my head and I would break down.
I don’t want to admit it, but you’ve crossed my mind at least once every day ever since I last saw you. Standing in front of me in the pouring rain, all your rage and sadness plainly visible. I didn’t want to leave, but I knew your new girlfriend was probably inside the house. Each day I have to remind myself – don’t talk to him. Don’t text him and ask how he is. Don’t even email him. Don’t look at his Facebook or anything that has to do with him. You’re better than this.
I dare not tell my friends and family about how you’ve poisoned my thoughts for the foreseeable future. I don’t even think it’s worth mentioning. But how am I supposed to truly get you out of my head? How long do I have to wait before I can either talk to you, or forget about you?