Some people get over break ups by shoving their face with ice cream, crying a river and watching sappy rom-coms. Others wait until it hits them like a ******* on a bike who's been waiting for decades.

And I am the latter.

You think our religion has too much of an impact because ours are two polar opposites?

Fair enough.

You want me to send you a message at 2am, declaring how much I do, indeed miss you?

Done.

Don't for a second think because you deem our love to be some sort of unconventional type mean you can leave it at that and ******* off.

Don't you dare let the thought of me moving on pass you by because *****, the breeze God sent my way is strong enough to blow your feather-light *** off my mind.

But, then again, you might not think that. You might have moved on too and I'm very glad that you did.  

Not that I have any influence on your person, but I want to see you smile. I want to hear that laugh that struck me the very first time I met you.

It's funny, because I cannot, for billions of ******* years, wonder what it is like to see you with someone else.

But it's probably because I'm selfish

and I'm helpless

and I'm out of your life and

I'm not over you.