i’m not over you. not even a little.
i still break down when no one can see. i still wait for something—anything—from you. a message, a sign, some proof that i still cross your mind. but nothing ever comes. and i keep fooling myself, saying i’m fine, saying i’ve moved on, but that’s not true. i’m not fine, and i’m exhausted from pretending.
i still carry this quiet ache, wishing one day you’ll return. even though deep inside, i know you won’t. but if you ever do, if your heart softens and you think of me, even for a moment, i hope you know i never stopped choosing you. not once.
the truth is, i lied. i said i’d be okay without you, but i’m not. i still wake up hoping this is just a nightmare, still searching for your name in places where it doesn’t belong anymore.
i don’t know how to do this. i don’t know how to live like you were just a chapter when you were the whole book. you weren’t just part of my days—you were all of them. my routine, my comfort, my safe place. and now i’m lost. everything reminds me of you—the songs, the silence, the small moments where your voice used to live.
so i wait. i keep waiting. and if you ever find your way back, please come back to me.
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