Frankly I’m over it,

I really am. But as it stands now, I still wouldn’t forget you. It’s frustrating when I want to talk to you, my slowest dancer, but it’s so unfortunate. I know that some will say that it’s simply lingering, but when I saw you and looked into your eyes again, I couldn’t believe how much I had fallen for you again in a different way.

The you and I of yesteryear have died. Buried with the people we have been before. I believe it was  Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam who said "That guy you used to be, he’s still in the car. He’ll always be in the car. Just don’t let him drive. He might be shouting out directions. But whatever you do, don’t let him get behind the wheel.” I just think that, while a piece of who I was is still who I am, that piece of me I have left with you isn’t the me I want you to be left with. My only hope is to be someone to look at and love again.

I guess that’s all, but I want you to know since we parted, two holes in my heart have been empty: One of a friend that saw me for who I was an accepted it, and A lover I could’ve kept.