Getting over

It has been two years now, and I’m mature enough to realise I haven’t completely gotten over you. Maybe it was the familiarity of your name, of the thoughts, and of the feelings. There were days when I thought, “ Oh, I didn’t think of you”, and of course, there were also days when I questioned my choices back then. Maybe, if fate were kind, we’ll meet someday, and maybe we’ll talk.. about the thoughts we haven’t said out loud before. Hopefully, maybe after that, can I peacefully, proudly get over you? Tonight was one of those nights when I wish you had wondered about me. Questionably, I never deleted your number, and questionable it is when I found out about her.. I was waiting for a pang in my heart, nothing came. Is it fortunate or unfortunate, I don’t really know. Because if I feel fine after everything, why is it the thoughts of you lingers? Maybe I’ll heal with time and maybe I wasn’t that deeply wounded as I think I am.