Was I another cog in the machine to you?
Were you another cog in the machine to me?
I stared at the sunset as I drove home, this evening. It is weird to stare and drive. You are moving, and yet your eyes are fixed on something that is passing you very, very slowly. That is how this breakup feels.
You filter my thoughts. Even my most mundane ideas are followed by the shadow of you. I wonder how you are doing, what you are doing, what you are thinking, and why you are thinking it. And then I wonder how I will get to work. And then I wonder if you know that I am working.
We do this. We breakup with someone, and then begin hoping that they will try to come back to us because we need someone to prove our value. Just this once. Won’t someone fight to have me in their life…
But the only one throwing punches here is me.
Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.