One year later I’m still in love. Even though it took me most of that time to realise that’s why it hurt so much.
I try every day to forget you, but somehow, you’re there again.
Yesterday, almost exactly a year to the day you told me you didn’t want to talk to me anymore, you emailed me. Why? Why the fuck did you email me?
We had a conversation. You laughed so hard. So last year you didn’t want to be around me and this year I’m hilarious.
I tried to take the emails further by offering my number. You shot me down. Why the fuck did you email me?
I miss you. More than I’ve missed anyone in my life and I have no idea why.