i could delete your pictures, i could block you. i could sit and write a million "i hate you's", but it doesn't change how i feel about you.
i could delete your number, i could force my your name down my throat whenever i feel it coming up, and if it does come up i could puke on it and flush it like a bad memory. will this change how i feel? no.
i could find every song that speaks about the hatred of a love that has gone wrong, and belt it out at the top of my lungs. i could burn every poem i ever wrote about you, and swear to never write another one. but not even this would change the way i feel about you.
you can check me a thousand years later and you'll see that my love for you will never run dry. (h.s)