I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished. I don’t want to speak about you in snippets or think about how I behaved. Or know that I still think about it. Or know that you’re not just a lamp or a blade of grass, indistinguishable from the rest.
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you have your happy life. youre with the mother of your children. you have a little boy and another on the way. a perfect job. and house to live in. so honestly why do you still bother to talk to me. why am i still the one youre attracted to. why do you care what i do or who i see. you left me, you hurt me. you made me believe that we could be something and begged me to stay through it all. then just dropped me. so why do you keep coming back and hurting me more when you know we can never be something again. ill always care about you but you really need to think about the things you do and care for me as just as friend and not act like im still your lover. im trying to move on but you havent helped the process at all.