The hardest part.

The hardest part,

the hardest part,

is knowing that I still 

love you, that I 

still miss you,

that I could’ve changed it,

forgotten my pride and my worth

in a minute,

and knowing how much you 

you loved me,

said you loved me,

and you will be able to move on,

possibly tonight,

while in six months,

I’ll still love you.

I’m scared that I will

always, always love you.

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