P.S. (I'm Still Not Over You)

   I'm over the real him, however, I am not over the guy I thought he was back then. I believe that he could be that man that I love, but I know that he isn't.  

   I'm not sure if he's always been that way or if something happened that turned him into who he is.

   The time I had with him both saved me and ruined me.



   I'll never look at Christmas lights, vehicles, laundromats, or plenty of other things the same ever again. Yes, those things always remind me of him.

   I'll always love who I thought he was. That's the part people have a problem with though; they can't separate who a person is with who they thought they were. You have to separate the two.