Sometimes I think I’m over you.
Then it’s 3am, I’m somewhere between awake and asleep and it hits me like a tonne of bricks followed by my insecurities laughing uncontrollably and I realize,
I’m not.

It’s funny because in the morning, I seem to forget,
slip into a blissful ignorance,
and go about my days.

But at some point,
3am will hit again, and being in that moment scares me more than you know.
More than I even knew.