You look happy,
That's good.
He looks like he can care for you.
That's good.
I think this is the end.
That's *sigh* good,
If we ever cross paths again,
I hope you're happy.
Legitimately, ultimately happy.
Not trying-to-get-by kind of happy.
Like the first time-you-kissed-me-happy.
It was bittersweet, you know.
Bitter that you've found someone to replace me.
Sweet that you're picking up yourself again.
Bittersweet like the day you offered me ice cream
Then broke up with me later that day
I try to mask the pain, I really do
I read books, make beer popsicles
I (try to get back to) run(ing)
But my mind runs back to you during idle moments
Moments I wished away and never wished away, at the same time
Perhaps this is the last nail in the coffin
A definite end to this sufferring
You asked me if you can help me move on.
Here you go. Help me to forget you.
Help me to unlove you.
Tell me this guy is The One.
Tell me he was the one I never was.
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