You know how when you’re trying to vacuum, and the cord keeps getting tangled up or caught on things? Or when there’s a loose string on your shirt, and you keep pulling and pulling, trying to pull it out but it just keeps getting longer? That’s kind of what it feels like, trying to get over you.
Because the logical part of my brain is screaming at me to let you go; you’re not out there thinking about me in the same way I am thinking about you. It’s been years. we don’t have a future.
So I keep tugging and tugging and trying to sever this tie that I feel to you, but it keeps getting caught. Because what if you are thinking about me? What if you’re feeling the same pain and longing as I am? this feels hopeless. will I ever know? Will I ever be able to cut you out of my mind, out of my heart?