She's a Fleeting Fox

I'm still trying to figure out why I cry about you. I really don't know. It's been so long, right? So much has changed. I haven't spoken to you since the end of September. And though I don't think of you every single day, as I used to, you are still on my mind in moments. Most of those moments, however, I am trying not to think of how much you hurt me. But I can't shake that.

I guess, like in all situations of the heart, time will heal me back to normal. I am good though. Things are good. Relationship-wise, everything is lovely. Mike knows. He knows how bad you hurt me. And I love that about Mike. It doesn't scare him. And he loves me very much.

You didn't really love me at all. That still hurts.