I want to forget him altogether, so that this pain will not swallow me whole.
Maybe if I go to bed, I’ll wake up forgetting all about him.
But, how is that possible when he exists in my dreams as well?
At the end of the day, after the long phone conversations and paragraphs of messages, I stand alone. Barely standing.
My heart has been ripped out of my chest but I still found it in me to wish him well, wish him happiness, wish him a good life.
And that’s the difference between someone who loves the other more.
I want to disappear in my sadness. Maybe then. I can say I’m okay.