"We're done."


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It's in the cute conversations I had memorized between the two of us. It's in the many hours I'd spent thinking to myself about you. in the long, deep conversations with my friends about how you were 'The One' and convincing myself I was good enough for someone as great as you. It's in every smile you ever had,
in every tear I wonder about, in the moments you looked into space and I wondered if you were thinking about me.
It's at night, when you're laying in bed alone....and all you can think about it him. And the memories, the feelings...they play over and over again in your head. From years to days or minutes; it really doesn't matter, you remember it all the same.

It's in the shakey feeling you knees make when you see him, when your hands sweat like crazy, you stutter and talk too much, you stomach has dinosaurs stomping around, and you heart...your heart it beating so loudly in your ears you're sure he must be able to hear it....even across the room. But really, it's just excited he's there.

I'ts in every moment, ever mistake, every reason that lead up to this one. It's what's beyond the words "It's over," that makes it so hard to hear.

So, tell me HOW exactly, are you ready to be done with all that?

The words...well those, they're easily said. But the feelings, that make it so hard to hear, will never be forgotten. Will never be 'done'.