I Think About You More Than I Should

I knew this was coming. I knew it even before it started and I was preparing myself for when it happen. And after months and months it seems nothing is left but fragments of what we once shared.

You're the person who would knock some sense out of me when I don't make any sense at all. You're honest. So honest that your words makes me feel as though whatever I felt was wrong and maybe I was okay with it.

And you know what, the best times with you wasn’t when you brought me to a fancy dinner at this 56th floor restaurant where we held glasses and toast as though nothing else in the world matters but rather that time when you held the door open and I was dumbfounded by how you looked. It’s been a while since I saw you quite polished and I remembered this was the man I had my eyes on when I started. I probably didn’t even breathe for a second that time but you always have that effect on me anyways.

If you ever stumble upon this well, I want to say thank you. For helping me out and for all the good times even when I hate you most of time. You know I hate you right. Yup I do.