Things I’ve overcame, and things I’ve yet to overcome
Ten months ago, I would kill the person who took my phone away when I had the urge to hear your voice. I would check it every five minutes, in hope that you’ll reply my texts in a conversational manner. I was worried that you were my rebound. I was so afraid to hurt you, I was so afraid of my feelings for you.
Nine months ago, I started losing hope. The cold treatment sent chills through my skin right into my heart.
Eight months ago, I missed you so badly. I wondered if I’d done wrong, if I had sent the wrong signals.
Seven months ago, You texted. Asking me to go down for your birthday party. But I really wasn’t in the right state of mind to.
Six months ago, I started stalking you online, checking your profile and your blog everyday. It was the only way I could see how you were doing.
Five months ago, I met E. I purposefully brought him to the Christmas party so as to spite you, but I failed miserably.
Four months ago, I drank a lot. I realize I could vomit my emotions together with the alcohol.
Three months ago, I finally texted some people I love, ‘Goodnight’, instead of the mere nonchalant ‘Night’. Previously I could only use ‘Goodnight’ on you, I wanted you to feel special.
Two months ago, I considered wearing that dress. The dress that you held me in. That unforgettable night we spent. But I just couldn’t.
Last month, I realized how little chances I could see you again. So I took each during our social gatherings, but was careful to avoid direct eye contact.
Yesterday, I reconsidered this new guy I’m dating. I don’t know if I’m over you yet.
