Its been two months and two days since we last touched each others lives. Its been two months and two days since we last saw each other. Its been two months and two days since that day, the day my heart decided, the day I broke up with you.
Its actually weird that I still wonder if ever you did care about me. It sucks to see that you seem to not care about me at all, even before we ever ended. I though you were different. I never thought of you as “the one”. I never really saw my “future” with you, but you were worth it. You were worth it for sometime, I guess. I fought for you, God knows I did. I tried my best in everything just so I wouldn’t lose you. I never wanted to lose you.
After seven months of happiness and sadness altogether, I realized that nothing was worth it anymore. Even I cant feel myself worthy of you, at some point. I had to actually put myself down just so you could see me, but you still couldnt.
I loved you then, I still love you now. Two months and two days have passed, my feelings havent changed. Negative feelings have been added, yes. Your words still linger in my head, memories everywhere. Yes, I am so much happier without you, but it still doesnt seem right. I’ve already detached myself from the person who causes me heartache, yet here I am still suffering from it. Two months and two days, how much more do I have to wait to be able to get over you? I’m mad at you for being the person you became. I’m bitter, I guess that’s why its hard. I wanna forget you, God knows I really do want to forget you.
Two months and two days without talking to you. I’m getting use to it, but its still hard. There is something about you that I cant describe that makes me feel incomplete, at some very very very odd point. Two months and two days, I did it. I can do this. I will get over you.