If it makes you feel better, I'll forget how blissful it was, to hear you speak my name. I'll pluck the petals off every single flower I've ever received. I'll forget all the times I've wanted to bury my face in your chest and scream. I'll forget how badly I always needed you.
I'll find a new favorite scent. Your cologne won't make me forget how to breathe. I'll find a way to mask the love in my eyes if we speak. If it makes you feel better, I won't love you. If it makes you feel better, I'll probably never love again.