I was wondering when I'd be ready again. When my scars heal up. Or if my distraction isn't just a diversion from thinking about him. How do I stop thinking about him? He keeps talking to me. If we still talk why'd we have to stop? Why do labels scare people so much? I'm the only person that knows how to use my words it seems. I swore to him on paper that I'd give him all the room he needed. He still kicked me out and locked the door. What's he doing with all this free time? Now that he doesn't have to put up with me he can spend more time with all those friends that are more important than I ever could be because he has a history with all those people. Those are his friends he's known for years. I can never be that to anyone. I'm just a footnote in everyone else's book of life. The side character that shows up for a brief moment and disappears and the author doesn't explain why. So when these wounds heal up. Or when I finally get my courage back. If some day I no longer feel completely destroyed. Then I'll try again. Until then... I guess everything has to change.