Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Had To Do


I have to give up. I wish I had a chance. But it’s unlikely.
I love him. And he loves me. I miss him. And he misses me.
But that doesn’t seem to affect this anymore.
I supposed to move on. And I hate it.
Nothing I can do, but apparently deal with it. And magically
get over it.

Someday, maybe things will be good again. Maybe.