Maybe

I thought I was over you. I thought all of the pain and love and want and hate was at least dimming, at least starting to weaken. I was so sure.

But how wrong I was.

Oh, how wrong.

I was still the pathetic, longing person I was. Nothing had changed. Nothing.

Maybe our summer apart will change things. Maybe this distance will stomp out the last fire left (just like how you admirably did when a kid set a tissue on fire). Maybe this distance will catch me from falling again (just like how you swiftly caught me when I tripped).

Maybe this is all stupid. But just maybe, I'll get over you.