Experience Tumblr like never before
As time passed, I visited her less often. Eventually, I went an hour without thinking of her, then a few hours, then a day, then a week, then a month.
When I visit her profile now (yes, i don’t see her in person anymore), the sting isn’t as sharp. I am proud of her when she finds success in her ballet career, and I am sad for her when someone she knows isn't doing well.
Maybe she’s different now; I certainly am. Maybe she doesn’t get quiet when she gets upset, or she even bakes much better cookies (god I miss them). Maybe I don’t know her at all. That brief moment after waking was always the worst. That moment when I felt like the dream was reality — like maybe we never broke up at all.
But still, thinking of her reminds me that I am capable of love. It reminds me that when you truly care for another person, it never really goes away. You left me, but your scent still lingers.