It's been a few weeks now since we stopped talking, I wonder if the thought of how I’m doing has crossed your mind? because the thought of how your doing constantly crosses my mind.
The truth is, I hate the way things turned out between us. I hate the way you moved on so quickly and I’m still stuck here thinking about what could've happened if we hadn’t of messed it up?
But I’m slowly picking myself up, piece by piece, and soon you will just become another memory.
Because I will soon stare blankly at my hands and not remember how your hands felt against mine and not hate the thought of your hand wrapped around hers,
But instead I will be happy for you,
I will thank you for helping me find who I am and realise that it does get better.