I’ve realized that I’m probably never going to forget you – I’ll keep on remembering for years to come, I’ll keep obsessing until I found the courage to let go, to remove all evidences that I thought I was enough for someone else. I’ll keep tabs on you, though. I’ll be checking to see if you feel sad the way I’m sad – or if you feel nothing at all.
And I’ll stop trying. I’ll stop going someplace and attending some events in the hopes I’ll see you. Because if fate is set in stone – we’ll see each other again. Whether it’ll be a forced smile and an awkward wave across hundreds of people, or a genuine laugh over a meal. I secretly hope for the latter – I’ve been through the former and it always brings tears to my eyes.
Oh, how I secretly wish that you treated me badly. Or done something that makes it perfectly okay for me to decide to move on. Because this? This is stupid.