I didn't think it would be this hard. I thought, somehow, that I would magically be able to erase every last morsel of it. That when some time had passed, I would just go back to being me again, and put him in a locked chest inside my brain to collect dust, to never see the light of day. Never to consume me again.
But my confession is this - I miss him every day. Instead of being easier, it has only gotten harder. I can't forget. And the more I pretend to move on, the bigger the lie is that I have to tell myself. I'm afraid that I will love him for the rest of my life.