Need to forget but I know I won’t.

I think I’ll always have a part of you with me, but eventually a month without talking will turn into 6 months and then a year, and then we won’t talk at all anymore. And when that happens it’ll be too late for you to come back and tell me how you really felt about me, so I guess I’ll never really know. Before its too late, sometimes I wish that you would come back and tell me that you miss me, that you miss what we had, that you still care about me and will always love me, that you want to be friends, that you want to talk to me….anything that shows that you still think about me, and that I’m not the only one who hasn’t forgotten anything. Sometimes it’s not fair how easily I can get sad when I think about you, because at the end of the day I know I’m happy and I’m moved on and trying to find someone that will treat me right without leaving.