But guess what? I miss you every single day. Even when I still saw you everyday. And especially now that I don't. And it sucks that I know I have to get over missing you. That, at some point, I have got to stop missing you. Because missing you is just another one of the things I'm doing that I shouldn't be doing. Because missing you amounts to nothing.
In my mind, I've accepted it. I just hope my subconscious would somehow keep up and realize that not everything should remind me of you.
