A lot of the time I'm okay,
i can go days and weeks without feeling anything for you
Most of the time I'm okay,
i can easily remind myself of all the reasons why we weren't good together
why it makes perfect sense for us to go our separate ways and to live our own lives apart
Because yeah, reality is that we weren't perfect together,
my family was nothing but warm to you, inviting you in whatever room in our house with open arms and smiles, while you're family treated my face like your average come and go fling.
Most of the time I'm okay,
but sometimes i do remember how you would serve me apples with peanut butter and how you would perfectly take the skin off the apples and cut them all into perfect slices.
or how you would always brush the hair out of my face behind my ear so you could see my eyes.
Most of the time I'm okay, but sometimes every single memory we shared will hit me all at once, I only hope that I'm not the only one reminiscing.