Time changes all.
It’s weird. Odd. Calming. Liberating.
The fact that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to listen to a song and think of you. I don’t wait around for you to prove to me that you’re a good person. I don’t dream about you. I don’t wish you were here. I don’t care if you’re in the same place that I am because your presence has no effect on me. I don’t get butterflies. I don get nervous. Not anymore. I don’t think about our firsts. I don’t think about our lasts. I just don’t waste my time on you anymore. It feels so awesome. Like I’m free to live this life without anything to put me down. Nothing to hold me back. You’re nothing to me. Not even a memory. Not anymore.
