He’s everywhere. After months of not thinking of him, he appears in my dream. I envision him admitting his faults and his undeniable love for me. I believe it all. Then I wake up.
He’s everywhere. After a long day of writing and music-listening and movies and everything, a random playlist on Spotify put on shuffle presents a song. That song I played off of his phone over and over and over again. Because it reminded me of him. And it still does.
He’s everywhere. On every date I have with a new guy, on every vacation, in every memory.
I’m not obsessed. I’ve tried and tried and tried. How many new guys will it take to replace him? How many kisses will it take to feel fireworks again?
Is love even real? Did I make it up with him? Was it all a dream? When do I wake up?