I know....
I say I'm over him, but every now and then there are moment that feel like someones stabbed a hot knife between my ribs and is twisting it.
Like today.... I realized I couldn't remember the color of his eyes....
Loving is fine, if you've plenty of time, for walking on stilts at the edge of your mind. Well I've been on those stilts, and I've taken a fall... what makes you think I'll get back up at all?
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