I try. I try so very hard. I try to move on. To move away from the
memories of you. But you were the last man I kissed. The last man I
hugged. I feel like if I move on from that, then all of Us is really
over. I am no longer ‘Tia’ in your conversations with others. I am now
‘My Ex’. That kills me. I don’t want it to be the end of ‘You and me’,
of the ‘We were’ or even the ‘I hate it when she…’. I want to hold on to
anything that is there. Any of the good or bad thoughts of me that are
in your mind.
After a while, those thoughts become memories. That kills me.
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