If You'd Call Me Now Baby, I'd Come Running.

I was almost beginning to believe myself when I kept saying I was over you.

Damn reality crashes hard sometimes. I had almost convinced everyone, including myself.

Shame.

I thought that you would be easy to box away in the back of my mind, but like the one million times before, you proved me wrong. Instead you sit, always present, in the front of my mind. And just when I have almost forgotten you for a few minutes, something always feels the consistent need to remind me; Bon Iver, certain smells, that run-down petrol station, driving over the same streets and that certain feeling reserved for you.

So now I’m just waiting, not so patiently, for the day when I will be able to believe myself when I say that I’m over it; the day when that won’t be changed every time you utter a word or look my way.