i'm gonna find another you.
I decided I needed to get over him; finally, after almost two years of randomly hooking up saying all the same things, feeling comfortable, yet avoiding each other. This would be the time, now I could get over him. I’m done letting him get the best of me, I thought to myself, I’m done crying when I see him with other girls, I’m done letting him tear up my insides with his drunken words. Then the surroundings began to sink in, I was deciding this as he was slowly pulling my mesh shorts off kissing my stomach and taking off my pink polka dot underwear. Yes, I was getting over him; this was the time, now I could move on. I repeated this in between kisses, and then after the inevitable, I put my clothes back on, held his hand and suddenly felt rushed with all the pain I’d slowly overcome. I was back to square one.
(if im forced to find another, i hope he looks like you, yeah and he'll be nicer too)