It takes awhile, but eventually you realize they lost you. You didn’t lose them.

I don’t write poetry. I reiterate conversations.

Eventually I’ll stop writing about you and it’ll be bittersweet. Not because I’m not in love with you, but because I’ll just love you.

The only reason time seems to be moving rather fast is that sometimes we’re too busy living in the past.

I always cherish moments in the aftermath, never truly understanding their impact twined with my life experience in that very second. And to me, that is a beautiful realization.

I’m not over it, but I’m past it.

I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember.

One day I won’t be in love with you, I’ll just love you and the occasional thought of you might cross my mind, but it’ll be bittersweet.

Even though we’re no longer dating and haven’t spoken in awhile, I still look him up to make sure he’s doing alright.