Even after four years of off and on loving, I can’t help but look on here and wonder if any of these were written by you. I know you want me to move on, but I’m just not sure I can. I find myself picturing your face in between algebra problems and on the screen of my computer. I find your words in the conversations of my friends, in the laughter of strangers, even in the smell of people walking by. I can’t drink apple juice or eat jelly without remembering you.
I know you’re hurting too, these things are never just a one way street. I know you’re sick and tired, and that you want me too. I know we both agreed that want and need are two different things. I know I made dumb rules against you touching me, or ever kissing me. I know you made rules about me never talking about getting back together. But I can’t help but second guess.
Maybe we weren’t meant to be together. Maybe you’re right- we love each other so much, we cause one another to crash and burn.
But what if I don’t mind being a little burnt around the edges?