We went from being strangers to being infatuated with what we called “like”
and then we fell in love.
Now, I don’t know what this is anymore
and holding on to the thoughts of what we used to be just make everything worse
in my moments of being alone,
those thoughts give me hope that maybe
just maybe one day we will be even better than before
I’m lying to myself.
Now adjusting to no texts, no more good mornings no more babes and I love you’s.
Adjusting to loving myself as much as I loved you.