So I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that, I'm not over you.
Still. Ah. Three years.
Some times are better than others.
I hope that one day I can hear your name, and not look up.
See your face in a picture and not stare at your smile for too long.

I don't know where, and I don't know
when.

But, it's okay. I'm okay. I'll always be okay. Even if I never stop loving you.