It comes and goes

I’d be able to get over you so much sooner if there wasn’t so many fucking remnants of what has gone to pass. Literally everything I see, I can relate back to us at a point in time. Driving past parks while hanging out with friends, I just get a split second of all the memories rushing into my head. Even in my damn car, you changed the time for me during daylight savings and now I can’t even look at the damn time without getting reminded of what used to be. All your friends tell me you get over things by repressing the memories and I guess that’s suitable for what you want. I can’t persuade you to give me another chance and I can’t talk to you about how I feel because you just shut me out.

Even when I get all the things I want, it’s not enough for my happiness. I’m so sure that it’s all just a hoax to me and that the chase and the pursuit of trying to get something is what I am, in fact, infatuated with.