
There will always be days when you're almost on the verge of letting them go and then something will happen, the stupidest thing like finding their favorite coffee mug in your cupboard, and you're right where you began. 
 
Why is love so beautiful and yet the most cursed of all feelings? It can give you the highest of highs and the put you through the lowest of lows. And still all we keep craving for is just a little bit more. 
 
And you're back there begging for them to stay a little longer, maybe for just one more cup of tea? Let's talk this through, just you and me. 
 
But they don't, do they? And you're all messed up in your head, you don't know where to start picking up your pieces, you don't know if anything would ever feel the same again. 
 
And you try not to look but it's not easy to keep away. Until you find yourself searching for their name and scrolling through their life, that smile, that laugh, that hug, that was meant just for you, is now being shared with someone you knew. 
 
And you close it all off and because you can't understand how for them it was so easy, as you want to scream in their face "You moved on, but I'm right where you left me."
       