day seven.
i thought about you today. not to say i don’t think about you every day, but i missed you today. and i don’t know that i miss you every day.. in fact, i woke up this morning convinced i was over you. we haven’t spoken in seven days, and i drilled into my head the thought that i was over you. in hindsight, i don’t know if i can demean either of us to that extent. you once told me i meant something to you. and you once meant something to me. how silly to think i could undermine that in a week.
but let’s talk about you. and how you’re over me. with your new lifestyle and new girlfriend and newfound happiness. you once said it doesn’t take away from anything we ever had. i wish you knew how little i now believe any word you’ve ever spoken.
and here i am, unable to sleep for the hundredth night in a row, haunted by the memories i once swore i’d never forget, the thoughts of the promises you never kept, and all of the unsettling questions i’ll never ask you. and i’d give anything to believe that you aren’t sound asleep with her in your arms right now.. or that every time you hold her, it doesn’t feel as right as it did when you held me.
but i’ll stop. because there isn’t a chance in hell you even thought about me today.