He has become a stranger.
I catch glimpses of him every day. I am tempted every day to check on him.
I don’t. I am afraid to.
Afraid I will remember…
Afraid I will never forget…
Afraid I will never let him go…
I should be over him.
I NEED to forget him.
I want to hate him.
Instead I hate… Me.
How do I forget him…
I desperately need to fall out of love.
Time away, no contact – haven’t helped.
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