You invited yourself into my thoughts, as I held the door open for you, and you wanted to know how I’ve been. You asked if I still give you the time of day since you left. And quite honestly, I’ve tried my best to keep myself too busy to think about you. It feels like I’ve been aimlessly driving a car at full speed, but the moment I see you, I hit a wall. And I’m caught in that moment where I’ve just crashed, and everything is happening in slow motion. I’m caught in that moment with this sharp pain in my chest. I can’t get out, and I’m not sure if I’ll survive.
This is what thinking about you does to me.