it's been 3 months but I'm stagnant and stuck somewhere between crafting texts I can't dare myself to send so you'll never read and finding peace in knowing that everyday you choose absence, silence, and avoidance
when I let you go, I stopped calculating the chances you'd retrace the footsteps you left when walking away from me. and healing is time. you even told me "it just takes time". we both lost a friend, that maybe we should've found by now but it's been 3 months and I'm nothing more than somewhere between the words on my lips reading "I miss you" and the tip of my tongue saying "I wish I never knew you"