July 12, 2015

Today I saw a picture of you and her. The thing that broke me the most was how cute you look together.

And maybe I’m over reacting, which is quite possible, but your smile looks so much brighter, and you and her look like a match made in heaven.

Maybe she’s why I’m not anywhere on your social media. Seeing you with her reminded me how disposable I am to you, and maybe that’s why you stopped saying ‘I love you’

What do I do when I see that?

How do I react?

I didn’t break down, and I didn’t cry. I sat on my bedroom floor just staring at your face and hers, I felt numb and confused. My hands were shaking uncontrollably, but tears didn’t come like they normally do.

Maybe because I’ve been expecting this for a while, there was another girl, it’s exactly what my friend’s dad said when he heard about you and I. He’s suspected this from the beginning, and yeah, I guess I did too.

July 12, 2015, that was when we made each other our focus. It’s when we both decided that we were all each other loved.

I guess I was the only one who knew the terms of our agreement, because it seems that you’ve found someone who you love more than I could.

And maybe I’m over reacting, which is quite possible, but you look happy with her, and if that’s so, forget me.

Move on, like you already have.
Forget what we had, or maybe we didn’t have anything and I just thought we had something.
Forget the ‘I love you’s and the ‘I never want to leave you’s
Forget what we are, and what we were.
Forget what we could’ve been.

November 3, 2015, the day I decided that I can’t handle it anymore, but I’m not going to go anywhere.