I guess I'm ok.

It's been awhile. I think that's why I'm ok.

Somewhere in between your apologies and dropping off the face of the earth again I've moved on. I can't explain it. I should be just as broken. More so, by talking to you and losing you yet again.

Your birthday is a week from today. I'll text you, but it's not a big deal now.

I'm still worried about what she'll do to you. We'll see how that goes when the time comes.

I can look back on the good times now. The morning coffee dates. The time you made me late to rehearsal because you had to buy me candy "RIGHT NOW"
the days we'd spend the whole day together and still not be done.

I remember the times you let yourself love me.