I had moved on. I was far from forgetting it, but I had moved on. I had left it as the past and took another step towards what I was facing right now. So why, after all this time and all this effort to forget, am I suddenly attached again?
I shouldn't be missing you. I shouldn't be thinking about you. I should be able to move on now that I don't have to ever see your face again. But somehow, that thought that I won't see your face for years makes me want to see you more. It makes me want to talk to you...and I can't.
It makes me regret ever ignoring all your attempts to say goodbye one last time. It makes me regret ever telling you I could care less if I ever saw you again. It's not like I won't. It's not like you're gone forever. But you might as well be. You're gone so far I can't just sit and talk to you, which is what I wanted. But somehow, no matter how much I was over you and wanted you gone, I regret not telling you that I forgive you and that I will miss you.
So, years from now, if your offer is still good, I want to meet up with you and say all the things I should have said before...
