Love is when I swore not to talk to you, and I did. Love is when I thought I forgot you, and your voice, pictures, and songs defeated me. Love is when windows and roads defeat me too. Every single detail you didn’t pay attention to was a stabbing knife stuck in my heart that I couldn’t take off. I moved on, trying to forget, but the me-time that I was spending made me realize that I’d forgotten everything but you. I told you that you would be by my side even if you weren’t; I wasn’t lying. I moved on, but it feels like a sad victory. You won too, but at what cost?
