It aches to stay away from you. You are still a thought, but now with an essence. It aches to think that I will not think of you. It aches to wipe off all the possibilities from my mind— the fights, the resolutions, all the hugs and warmth—everything. It aches to believe that you will always remain just a thought.
I should give up
This is what you think
But let all of it resolve
And inside it should sink
Don’t look back. Why would you wish to do that? Why to inflict unnecessary hurt? They cheated on you, didn’t they? So, why are you bothered what they are up to now? Being friends with your past lover is a fantasy. And you’ll be hurt real bad when reality will strike. They WERE a part of your life. “Were”, you understand, is past my friend.