Just like Noah and Allie in The Notebook.
Knowing you won't ever read them.
And I dialed your number.
Letting go was never my specialty.
Rather pretend you never said anything hurtful to me at all.
Mumbles came from your side of the bed.
But now I can't even remember what your voice sounds like.
That I could possibly forget the intimate details of our relationship.
I reach out to my left to see if you are there.
Like that one time in your apartment, when you said you wanted no one but me.
One that you took away for a reason I don't think I want to know.
Keep you in my journal but let you go from my heart.
He promised me that Sunday and the one before that.
So I love you Prince Charming.