Somewhere on Earth;
I broke up with you and I pretend Iím fine.
I pretend itís what I wanted all along.
I pretend it doesnít hurt that you wonít talk to me anymore. I donít know why but I expected you to be over it after 5 days. I was even thinking of bringing up the possibility that we could stay friends, because I do still care for you. I do. And I miss talking to you.
I thought youíd be over it after 5 days, so I texted you. You did not text back. I donít blame you. The text was a bad idea, asking a stupid question.
ďHow are you?Ē In truth, I expected you to tell me youíre fine, that youíre getting better. You did not. You stayed silent. My friends said itís too early to expect a response. I wonder why. I cannot fathom why itís so hard to get over it.
I'm not worth it.