“how do you stop thinking about someone when your heart beats to the sound of their name and your veins bleed the color of their lips?
when their face is etched into the back of your eyelids?
when your ears are hardwired to replay the sound of their laugh?
how do you pretend that the butterflies in your stomach don’t come alive when they walk into the room?
that your hands and their hands wouldn’t fit together perfectly?
how is it possible for you to move on when you can’t help but take them everywhere you go?
how do you stop thinking about someone?
how do you stop falling in love?”
you don’t. you don’t. you can’t.