I swallowed ten tablets.
The first for a headache caused by overthinking. Thinking about you. How you are, who you’re with, what you’re doing. Whether or not you’re thinking about me, too.
The second for a stomachache caused by the hole you carved when you stopped talking to me that day. Empty. Dark. Hollow.
The third for heartache. Feelings of disappointment and pain and being made to feel worthless. Because that’s the truth, right there. None of it was enough for you. We both know it.
The fourth for the memories that will never disappear. Midnight conversations and forehead kisses, cold walks home and lazy days watching Disney movies in bed. They’re all there, burning in the back of my mind.
The fifth because I miss you. Every day. All day. It’s constant.
The sixth simply because the fifth wasn’t enough.
The seventh because it was just that easy.
The eighth for the heartache. Again. Because it just keeps coming back, over and over.
The ninth because I know that you are forgetting me. I can feel myself fading.
And the tenth because a part of me hoped that, if this last one did enough, you might just realise how much you hurt me, what you’ve caused, and how easily you could fix it. And you might just come back.” – (via these-greatexpectations)