They, with their many quick flings and forgotten kisses, tell me to simply forget this boy. They think that I'm just a crazy old child with nothing on my mind but him.

That last part is true, but not by my own choice. I do not select the option of having two dreams a night about him for two straight weeks. I do not ask God to bring forth any possible sign that brings back every memory at once, whether he's nearby or not. I do not plan out to have things happen that inevitably cause me to check up on him for fear that, maybe, he's just not alright this time. I do not wish for anxiety to flood my brain with the "what ifs." Damn, what if we didn't end that way?

These people, with their made-up logic and their shallow emotions, say that they want me to heal. These people, they then scold me for not being able to erase any and every thought of him out of my head. I do not care if he's not worthy of me; I only want to be happy, whether that is with him or not. Do you not understand?