5 Years On...
Moving on is a long, difficult process.
Days, nights, weeks, and months I have spent crying over you.
Obsessing over you dearly, hoping you feel the same.
Whenever my phone vibrates, I look at the screen with anticipation, hoping that the message, that Snapchat, is from you.
But, nevermind.
You don't miss me.
You don't think about me, about how the smallest thing you see can remind you of our relationship; Super Noodles, Nobbly Bobbly's, and Angel Cake. They always put a smile on my face. I wonder if they do yours.
I would be hearing from you morning, noon, and night. Good morning and goodnight texts, going out of your way to make arrangements with me.
Seeing replies from you instantly.
You're happy to meet up with those who put me through hell, but seems like a chore to see me.
Why fucking bother wasting, chasing my time on someone who's already moved on.
I just want that day where I can look at you and feel absolutely nothing.
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