stop.
I'm not going to lie to myself anymore - I still miss you. This is harder than I ever thought it could be. I wish that I didn't see your face everywhere I went, & I wish that I didn't think of you every hour of every day. I wish I could be strong enough to recognize that I was never what you wanted & thus you moved on so quickly. I could never describe how happy it makes me to see you happy with someone, but I could also never tell you how much hatred I have because of what was ripped away from me. These Thursday night rendezvous are wearing me down. This is stupid, I am stupid, & I want to run away.