two months.

it's been two months.

two months out of eight.

one-fourth of an entire relationship.

a relationship that ended before it began.

so why am i still dealing with the reprecussions of
the ending?

the end is supposed to be it,
correct?

False.

people refuse to let things go.

why do we want people,

who don't want

us?

we cling to them,
cry,
and beg,
and plead.

And they reject,
or ignore.

And we get angry.

But
WHY?

love yourself.
respect yourself.

and if someone doesn't love you for you,

for God's sake...

Move on.