Taylor
You were suppose to be "the one." You were suppose to love me forever. You were the one who was suppose to make me forget all of my fears. I had my doubts along the way, but you always proved me wrong. Then out of the blue, you showed me why I was scared. You lived up to all of those doubts. Just when I was almost healed, you broke me again. And I'm just suppose to move on....to forget? And it's suppose to be for my good? To spare me? Because I deserve better? You were the better. You were what I wanted. If loneliness and pain is better...I'll take worse any day. How am I to act as if you no longer exist. How am I suppose to stop caring in the matter of a second? How am I to delete your name, your number, your memory? I can't do that. I can't un-love you. But unfortunately, you've left me no choice but to try...and it's an impossible task.