Please stop.

Look, brain, I know this is hard for you to understand, but he’s not coming back, okay?

You can stop with all your weird cuddly-feely thoughts and dreams. You can stop with all your imagined conversations and in-depth ideas of things that might’ve happened if you weren’t such a freaking idiot. You can stop with all the “what if”s. They don’t matter, brain. What matters is the reality that he’s not coming back. He’s a new person or whatever crap now, so you can’t possibly think he still loves you. You’re nothing to him, so stop acting like he’s something to you. You deserve better than that, brain. You really do.

And yeah, I know what you’re going to say: you’ve tried moving on before. And yes, it didn’t work, but damn it, you have to keep trying. Maybe you will have to settle sometimes, but isn’t that better than being the lonely piece of trash you are now? Think about it. Or don’t. Because that’s just gonna screw with me more.

Seriously, though. Just give it a rest. For both of our sakes.

Sincerely,

A heart that can’t take this anymore.