I just keep telling myself.

if we were meant to be together we would be together.

Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

If we are meant to be together we will find each other again.

Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

I need to discover what it’s like to be without you.

Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

This will help me grow as a person.

Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

I’ll love that much again, or even more next time.

Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

Now I can do all the things I couldn’t have done before.

Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

I can be happy without him.

Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

But no matter how many times I tell myself, I still miss him just as much.