I think there will always be a part of me that wishes you were still apart of me.
Maybe not romantically but definitely platonically.
But I shake my head to such crazy thoughts.
You know why?
You made it clear that I cannot be in your life.
And I want to say I get it, but I don't.
In my darkest hour, My mind could only sought to you.
We need to protect ourselves I know, but what form of toxic was I if all I ever did to your mindset was try to at least show you who you are.

But enough about that.
I don't talk about you.
You raise insecurities to the people of my life.
They see everything we shared as something that's indescribable.
And it's a mess because we're ******* up their sense of security.

We don't talk about you.
But you're always the main point of a topic.