I need to figure out how to get over you.

I need to learn how to accept that we can’t text anymore,
that we can’t see each other,
that I won’t hear your voice, your laughter of the way you say my name, and that all the little moments
have quietly turned into memories.

I don’t think I ever realized how much those moments meant to me
until they were suddenly… gone.
I don’t think I ever really prepared myself for that.

I keep catching myself waiting for your messages.
Every time my phone lights up, part of me still hopes it’s you.
And when the day passes and your name never appears,
there’s this quiet ache in my chest.

Not something loud or overwhelming—
just a small, lingering sadness
that settles in when I remember
you’re not there anymore.

And that’s the hardest part—
accepting that the person I still think about,
the person I still miss in the small moments of my day,
is someone I can’t reach anymore.

What feels the most peculiar
is how heavy all of this feels
considering we only met.

It’s strange how someone can walk into your life
for such a short time
and still leave a weight behind when they go.

I never thought I’d feel this way.
I never expected you to become someone
I’d have to learn to live without.

But somehow that’s where I am now.
Somehow you became someone
who mattered to me more than I ever expected.

The truth is I miss you. The conversations, the laughs, the way you made me feel when you looked at me,
the way my body reacted to yours,
and the way you became part of my routine
without me even realizing it.

Part of me still wishes things were different,
I know I have to face the truth of what this is.

I have to let go of the conversations,
the moments,
the quite hope that maybe
we’d keep finding our way back to each other just one more time.

I need to figure out how to get over you.

I have to learn how to stop hoping for your name
to appear on my phone,
stop holding onto the want
that I will appear in your heart.

And I have to accept the hardest truth of all— That maybe I was only there for a moment in your life, a quiet space
you stepped into when something inside you felt empty. A place to rest until you were ready to move on.

I don’t know how to make peace with that yet. But I know I have to.

I have to figure out how to get over you.

JMS