Him

i bet you think i either moved on or hate you but it’s all just an act. i’m pretending that i’m ok that you’re gone. that i’m ok with the fact that i wasn’t good enough for you. that i’m ok on my own. but i’m not. i miss you. i look for you in everything. today, a man walked past me and he was wearing the same cologne that you wear and the smell hit me right in the face, bringing up all those old memories of borrowed jumpers and shared sheets. i wish things were different. i wish i could let go. but i can’t. you are the first thing i have ever been stuck on.