If my thoughts had the ability to write

Begin writing over the bad old memories with great new ones.

I want someone who will love me as I am.

I miss waking up next to someone with my arms still around them as they were the night before.

While she may think she’s not good enough for me, I’m thinking she’s perfect.

Seeing how happy you are with him still bothers me. The fact that it does just shows that I still care. But if we happen to meet again, I’ll just smile knowing that at one point, I was him and you were mine.

I’ve come to realize that I’m better off without you. Sure, if you need me, I’ll still be here for you. But other than that…I’m moving on.

It’s sad how quickly and easily I can be replaced and forgotten.

I closed my eyes and relived every memory I shared with you as I began deleting photos I never thought I would.

It’s time to just stop caring.

I miss how we used to talk everyday. Please tell me you do too.