I am living my life without you for a couple of years, and I can say I’m happy.
Sometimes I don’t think about you, you don’t cross my mind for a few weeks.
But then out of nowhere I just smell an old perfume or hear the song that we used to listen or pass an old hangout spot, and I am a mess of tears.
I kinda break inside for a couple minutes. But that minutes became a days, and days became weeks, and I’m stuck in my own life.
I don’t want to eat, to sleep, I’m just there in my bed, lying and crying for days.
It all comes back to me. Your face is in front of my eyes, your smell is in my nose, you laugh is ringing in my ears.
I can feel your touch on my skin. I can feel your lips.
I hate to admit that you’re still all I want, all I see, all I need.
I swear, I don’t want to feel this way, but I can’t help myself.
I swear I’m trying to get over you. I know that our breakup was long ago, I’m happy, I’m living my life, but damn, I miss you, I miss you so much.
I hate that feeling that I have when I see you. In that moment I can’t breathe, I can’t walk, I die in that moment. But you don’t even look at me.
The part of me believe that we are going to be together, but also part of me want to forget you.
And I’m here living my life without you, but also hoping that you will find your way to me.