the smallest amount of reassurance means so much. Random messages like “im not mad at you” “you’re not annoying me” “i’ll text you later” “i love you” is such a relief.
All my friends say I should move on, that I can’t keep singing these sad songs. They don’t know that I’m a lost cause. I can’t let go, because you’re the only one that I want.
“The thing is, I’m not holding onto your memory by choice. No, if I had an option, I would forget you — throw away all the memories we built together. I would set you free if I could. Because that’s what’s best for you. Because I know that’ll make you happy. But how can I let you go when you’re engraved in my brain? How can I forget you when your name is etched on my lungs? How can I throw our memories away when it’s the only thing keeping me sane?”
