Over

I need to get over him. That's really what it all comes down to. I like him a hell of a lot more than I ever intended to, and now it needs to stop. We're never going to be able to see each other anyway. He's probably already over me by now, and I'm ok with that. I want him to be happy. I'd love to stay friends with him. He's a great person, but other than that...I just need to get over him.

It might take me a while because I liked him, a lot, but I have to start somewhere.

Somethings are best left behind. I told them it was over, I was leaving... I wasn't coming back. Apparently some of them decided I was joking and others took it a an insult. I wasn't going to go back....ever. So far as they would know or care, i was dead to the world. That's what I wanted.

I wanted it to be over.

I didn't want to go back.

Now, here I sit, wondering what they're doing and why I'm back.

Apparently it's not over.