It's so easy for you to forget me? Its almost as though we didn't
even know each other or we try to forget what happened. But if so, why do you still pretend like you didn’t mean to call
me, but engage in conversation anyway telling me it’d otherwise be impolite. Wasn’t
it impolite for you to blame me and make me sit up all night going over all the
things in my head over and over? Wasn’t it rude then? Relationships almost always
baffled me more than maths and that’s something for sure.
Or maybe it was all too real and you had to run away for
something that wasn’t as challenging as us? Maybe a relationship with someone
less opinionated or less “fussy”, in your words, where you could start conversations with “whats
up”. I’ve always hated it when you did that. if its really not that important don’t
bother starting a conversation I wouldn’t mind, but small talks are something I’ve
despised for the longest of times. But
hey, look what its all come to, here I am still thinking about us when we’re
already over. The café down the street was not “our “ happy place anymore. I’m sure
we must have had something that made me feel my butterflies every time I saw
you, in person or through a screen but well nothing lasts for ever, and you
asked me to move on and then you were gone.

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