So What Now?

She's constantly on my mind
but I'm not on hers.
I don't stalk, I don't hound, she probably doesn't think I care.
Truth is....I think about her everyday.
Someone has her that truly loves her.
He's proved that to her. He's proved that to me.
Shit hurts.
He wants her and only her.
Foolish me for not realizing I had the best match for me. The swoosh to my Nikes. The new era logo on my my fitted. The salad to my chicken. Confident and fly....DAMN, that's a good look.
Fuck it, I miss her.
Can't see her. Can't talk to her. We've both moved forward....
GOT ME THINKING IF I SHOULD MOVE BACKWARDS.
her skin, her touch, her laugh, her love.
SHE CLEANED UP BACTERIA LIKE NOBODY ELSE, lol.

It's her and him. they're happy. I'm happy for them....

so why does it feel like it shouldn't be?