8 months

It's been 8 months. 8 months since I stood in front of my mirror uncontrollably crying telling myself that it was over. Even when I told myself that I could never chase you out of my mind no matter what. I tried , I forgot about you when I was out when the warmth of the sun kissed my skin. You were no where to be seen. But when night hit. The moonlight wasn't enough to burn you out of my head . I didn't miss you but I just thought "how is he". After everything I still thought about your well being. After you ignored mine. You made me physically ache, with you I truly knew what heartbreak is. but yet here I am 8 months later wondering if you're okay.