Almost four years have passed but there is still a tinge of pain every time you mention her name. How she still affects your mood. How some of the things that we used to love lead you back to the memories you had with her. How she inspires you to write those beautiful lyrics and poems.
But why do I even care? Almost four years have passed since we parted ways.
Yes, almost four years—but why am I still wasting a minute or two of my life thinking about this crap? Why am I acting like a highschool student who can’t get over her first love? Why am I acting like you were the one who left me for someone? Why am I being this pathetic?
Yes, almost four years—but why am I still wasting a minute or two of my life thinking about this crap? Why am I acting like a highschool student who can’t get over her first love? Why am I acting like you were the one who left me for someone? Why am I being this pathetic?
Why did I even fucking write this blog entry?
Stupid me.
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