Pretty soon I’ll forgot your face and that you ever existed. I hope you’ll forget mine. And maybe in the blankness of our lives we’ll find the time to move on . I don’t know why we chose this form of revenge. I guess we’re both really cowards in the end. Deleting each other from our hearts like we were viruses on a computer . I honestly don’t want to believe that. I truly wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But now I’m falling for someone else and am committing myself to someone else and I can’t help but think of you. I hate that we made each other perfect for someone else. Hate that we couldn’t match our frequencies long enough to last a lifetime. In the end I can look back and say it was my fault because I was the one who left you And I can’t remember why, I remember being uncomfortable I remember not wanting to feel like I wasn’t enough. And we talked about everything but I just didn’t have the strength at that time to fix the darkness surrounding our relationship. Leaving you hurt me more than anything I’ve ever done in my miserable life. You made it tolerable and made it stressful at the same time but I loved our little stressful life, you were my why. In my twisted little mind I always thought you’d chase me again, I always thought it was temporary, but it’s been more than 6 months since I left and I can’t keep holding on to us like a hopeless romantic. If I ever see you again I’ll have to run from you and I hope you understand why. we’ll always have Paris, we’ll have our late 20s we’ll always have Amsterdam, we’ll always have shared movies, like Chico and Rita, and the before trilogy, we’ll always have 4 years of Spotify playlists, more specifically we’ll always have drive by milo.