Happy birthday.
Drink. Drunk. Drank
Forget.
5 words that I type, ended my love for you. It was tough, but I've concluded our story.
I thought of you as I focused on other men and women through the posts of Instagram. I'd forget you easily but it took those intimate moments with you while I was clad in a man's sweater who I've grown fond of that I could forget you. Knowing I wouldn't be in the warm embrace of you again but instead of another.
I love you. But I don't love you anymore.
Does that make me crazy.
That I still love you and I shouldn't.
YOU haunt my dreams of our sweet moments.
I hate you and I love you.
Forget. Forgotten. Who?
