I’m in love with the memories, with what could have been. I fantasize about our story, the past struggles we made it through. I romanticize everything but the reality. I’m not in love with you. I’m in love with the idea of you. I’m in love with the imaginary person I wish you were for me.
I’m about to start worrying only about the things I can control.
I can’t worry about things that will never be resolved.
So it’s time to let go.