Every time I see your name on my phone my stomach twists into knots. It sends me down this path of reliving every emotion I experienced when I was with you. When I run into you by chance, I feel this mix of happy and sad and angry but I’d still give anything to spend just a second longer by your side. Even though it kills me. I keep having dreams about you that try and push me to let go, which is what I know I’m supposed to be doing, but it’s really hard cause my heart refuses what my mind continues to insist. Is it wrong of me to hold on to a little bit of hope? Even if deep down I’d always know I was second best?