Going through my days with only my mind to listen to. Keeping interesting stories to myself. Weekends alone in my bed. Slowly transitioning back into my former lifestyle. It’s weird because I’m actually fine. I’m me. It’s weird because, though I knew I would be ok, I don’t want to be ok with it. I don’t want time to fade my emotions. I don’t want to no longer love you. I don’t want to forget. Everyone eventually gets over old emotions, but who says I want to?