do you remember that one time? you kissed me on my forehead and told me i was perfect for you. we planned the next forty years of our lives together. it had been six months, why did i think that was okay?

but i did. i was convinced we'd be together forever; i was sure our love was strong enough.

a month later we sat on that couch and you gave me that speech

and ever since

i've been hoping, waiting, expecting that phone call that tells me it was all a joke, that of course you never stopped loving me, that obviously everything is great between us.

but instead, we don't talk and if we do, it leads to fighting, and i keep stupidly telling you i love you and you keep reminding me you've moved on.

so what do i do next?