I'm over you, which is why I am living my life again.

I'm over you, which is why I am dancing to my favorite songs and falling in love with the way the city skyline lights up the night.

I'm over you, which is why I laugh with strangers I meet at one a.m. and let them kiss me.

I'm over you, which is why I'm with them in the first place.

I'm over you, which is why I'm asking them if they know you.

I'm over you, which is why I'm still doing everything I can to stay connected to you.

I'm over you, which is why I remember the way you looked at me, and how it was everything I ever wanted and all-too-much at the same time, and how everything was so beautiful when I was in love with you.

I'm over you, which is why my heart still jumps when your name comes up on my phone.

I'm over you, which is why people laugh whenever I tell them, "I was in love with him, I was madly in love with him," because they don't believe me. Which is why I laugh, too, because I don't believe myself.

I'm over you, which is why I fumble with the knowledge of your family and your hometown, not knowing what to do with it in my hands, knowing that I no longer have any use for any of it.

I'm over you, which is why I don't know what to do anymore with the pictures of our someday, our house by the lake and our lazy Sunday mornings, it's all just a beautiful dress I was saving for something that got canceled.

I'm over you, which is why he kisses me and I try not to break down and cry.

I'm over you, which is why I lie in his bed and wish you were here with me so that I could trace poetry on your skin and we could pray for rain and hold time in our hands as we spend hours and hours talking about every dream and regret and secret we’ve ever had.

I'm over you, which is why I wonder if it will ever be as easy as it was with you.

I'm over you, which is why I wonder if it will ever be as hard. If it will ever matter as much.

I'm over you, which is why, on the nights when it feels like my heart is shattering, and it hurts to breathe, and I think that I cannot make it, that I cannot do this, I wish for nothing else but to hear your voice.

I'm over you, which is why there are fragments of your being still embedded in me like shrapnel, which is why you have left traces of your favorite songs and phrases sewn into my skin, which is why you are still a part of me, you are, you are, you are.

I'm over you, which is why I still hope that it's you and me in the end.

I’m over you, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.

Everyone knows it but us.

The two of us.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get over the idea of the two of us.

“Once you fall in love with someone, I’m not sure you can ever shake them.”
— The Vampire Diaries