Letting go....

You know what's fucked up?

That you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have Mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment when you see a photo of them or catch a little scent of their Cologne on a crowded street and suddenly you're plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and lightning flashes of thoughts and a relentless question, "what did I do wrong?"