I went on a trip to get over you. It worked.. Temporarily. I got back and I was happy. I thought “Yes, I’m going to be okay.” And then a day later, all the memories started coming back. Everything I thought I had left behind came flooding back and here I am again, crying over you. Wishing you would come back to me.
You know what’s pathetic? It’s pathetic that it’s only been 2 months and I thought I was over you completely. It’s pathetic that even though I KNOW you will never text me or call me first I get a little excited when I do get a text or a phone call. It’s pathetic that I make up these scenes in my head where you come back to me with flowers and gifts, asking me to take you back.
I’m trying so hard to get over you. Whether it be escaping to a different state entirely. Or making plans for my future without you. I’m trying yet somehow I can’t. Move. On. It’s really pathetic.
I can’t move on but you have, haven’t you? You’re just.. Completely done with me. I tell myself that if you really wanted to talk to me, like REALLY wanted to, you would have by now. But you haven’t so that’s saying something. I wish I could be over this. I wish I didn’t care anymore.
I really wish I could just move on.