I can’t really say your name anymore. When they ask about you, I don’t really say much for the girl who loved you better than anyone else ever could. I tell them that we don't speak much now and they ask me if I’ve tried to call you, everyone keeps telling me I just need some closure but the truth is, I don’t want closure. It’s another excuse for me to hang onto you like the last molecule of air into a gas chamber, and you are not it, you have not been the one for me for quite some time now. I don’t need to hear you apologize for loving me, or for staying longer than you should have. I tried to fix what I could and I know better now, there’s nothing to fix, nothing we could’ve done to change the ending we got and it’s okay. I’ve stopped beating myself up for it, it doesn’t matter how much I love you now. When they ask if I love you, I tell them that I do, I tell them I would’ve set the world on fire for you if you had asked me to. Not anymore...
