One day your name won’t come up in my conversations anymore, not even in obscure phrases like “you know who”, and if it did, hearing it won’t cause my stomach to twist painfully.
I won’t wake up and replay the memories of our last conversation as if it were a movie that I could recite every line to.
You won’t be in my mind. It’ll be freeing, because I will no longer have the burden of your bittersweet love burning in my thoughts and my heart will no longer be heavy.
I’ll run into you again. You’ll say hi and ask me how I’m doing, though the small talk will be dreadfully awkward. For a split second, you’ll probably think I’m still the same naive girl that was so wrapped up in you, until you see my fingers intertwined with his. I promise it will burn, knowing there’s another man, but I’ll be so deep into his love that your comfort will be the very last thing on my mind.
Seeing you will make me reminisce on the nights I spent in my room wondering how I could win you over, but…
One day you’ll be just another memory.”