I properly don’t understand why nazi groups keep trying to march in Liverpool every single year and they never get more than a foot out of the station until they’re met with 100x as many antifash than they have nazis
I have watched every single Liverpool game ever since I left you. I sit my ass down for two hours in front of the tv every time, cheering for a team I don’t even support. I imagine you doing the same and raging when they miss a shot.
Doing these things make me feel a little closer to you.
I know I don’t ever show it - I don’t answer your calls, I don’t reply to your texts/emails, I don’t act like I care - but I do still miss you. I still find ways to be connected to you. I just never let it become a two-way thing because I never want you to feel like we could be back together again. That kind of hope is cruel.
So until I learn to unlove you, I am stuck here. Until I learn to unlove you, I don’t know how to accept another man’s commitment.