It hurts; looking at your pictures. It hurts; reading our old conversations. It hurts; looking at or hearing your name. I don't know why it hurts but it does. To be honest, I don't even know you but I do. It's weird. I can guess how you feel by the way you talk but I know that if we were to meet, I would see a complete stranger. All I'm saying is I'm tired of longing, of wanting, of swaying between staying and letting go and of hurting. So much pain and sadness. I want it to end but my feelings for you lingers still. I can't chop it off completely. Not when it's nestled deep inside me for a long time.

-m.b