I’m still not ready to let go.
I thought I had moved on,
but the memories still feel so close.
I still catch myself waiting,
still hoping—
even when I know I shouldn’t.
Maybe one day,
I’ll stop looking back.
But for now,
you’re still here,
somewhere in the pieces of me.
- - - - - - - -
just naive
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