The internal battle I have with myself about you is enough to make anyone go mad, there are days I type in your name to look for you and I scream inside not to press search.

Iv come too far to have it torn down by your happiness with another man, as if I hadn't existed at all. My fingers tremble, my heart aches as tears still stream down my face as I type your name...

Just a bunch of letters on a screen and I'm still an addict. My rehab is the happy memories I hold clutch and dear to what little mind I have left before I go completely mad.
Ive forgiven you almost in an instant, but i beg for forgetfulness to put this torment at ease.