Tomorrow morning I’m gonna force my body back into the workout routine it deserves. And during this cleansing process I hope to flush your existence out of my mind like you never existed. I’m gonna start cooking again and actually start packing my own food again. You left a fire in me that will never die out because it’ll be a painful reminder of why I will never let someone screw me over again.
And the sad truth is that I will never understand love quite well like how others can. All I will see is a word and know it’s supposed to represent intimacy. But that’s all it will be to me; a word.