Conflict

A part of me is torn that I want to see you. A part of me finds some semblance of inner peace. I just have to keep working on it such that I no longer have this desire to keep waanting to meet up with you. I need my life to move on without you in it. It is painful as I have spent much time with you. I have lived most of my life on my own happily to a certain extent. I completely lost my head when I was with you. I truly remember the highs with you. I can't even remember the lows. I miss you. I miss you.