I'm trying to tell myself that I feel so much better now. That I don't miss you at all.
But if that's true, why am I still thinking about you?
I can't sleep anymore. I've been up all night, with these bloodshot eyes.
Why do I miss you so much? Is it because of your laugh that could make me smile even in the darkest times?
Or is it because of the things you said? Sometimes, I can still hear your voice inside my head. Your words echoing inside of me.
Or is it because we had a future ahead of us? Or... At least, that's what I thought.
Did you lie when you said that you wanted a future for us?
Did you lie when you said you loved me?
I think you did.
Because if you ever loved me, you wouldn't had slept with someone else.
You lied to me. But that's okay, because I'm trying to lie to myself anyway.
I'm trying to tell myself that I don't miss you at all. That I'm happy with you gone.
But I think that we both know I'm a bad liar.
I've always been. Especially when it comes to you.
But I will try to forget you.
Because that's what you want, isn't it?