i don't think you're supposed to get over it i believe healing is learning to live in the chaos being comfortable in vulnerable breathing in fire without it burning as much being able to love from a distance
i still search for pieces of you in Sunday mornings someone else's blue eyes or lengthy snapchat stories and i'm not sure why i guess i still hope to see you around or somewhere close by
you think you can cut me off for endless weeks then spring up and come back to me whenever you please like cutting down a tree and all of its roots then suddenly replanting seeds for a tree that won't grow back to you