When I say good morning next, I'll lie.

It's like boys have a radar. Like they know when you've been with someone else. I don't know how this sort of thing happens, I swear it must be a talent. The thing is, I can't be his friend. I can't talk to him without remembering everything and feeling my insides drop. It's safe to say I'm not in love anymore but that doesn't mean that there are no feelings there. I wouldn't have been able to do what I did last night if I still loved someone else. No contact with him is how I stay safe, how I protect myself but every time I hear his voice I feel a yearning for what was lost, what is no longer in existence.