I’m not setting a good example or being my best self when I’m constantly thinking about you. I’m not leading my best life by mentally obsessing over you. Days turn to months turn to years and you’re real and yet you’re an abstraction, a mental construct. I’ve played around with the idea of you. I’ve asked myself why do I love you many times. I get no real answers. This is a mind fuck! Closure doesn’t come by interacting with you. All it does is open more doors and welcomes more mind-fucks. And I’m sick of having my mind fucked.
I’m sick of referring to myself as “crazy” because I know I’m not. I know these feelings aren’t just my own. But at this point I’ve resolved to leave you to do that which you do. Go be you. I’ll go be me too.