Some things have to be said

I'm writing this because some things are meant to be told. Some things aren't. Whether this gets published or not doesn't matter. In my head once a word is written, it doesn't bother me, And I need these words to stop bothering me. Because I need to move on. I need to forget the times we talked, and the times we skyped until late at night, the messages we sent and the times you comforted me when all I could do was cry. I need to forget the look on your face and the crack in your voice when you lost your best friend and the gleam in your eye when we shared the same views. I need to forget the image of you running your hand through your hair when I couldn't decide what colour it was, and you in shirt and shorts leaning on your bent knees as you sat in the dark. I need to forget the times I sat in the corner of my school library and checked my phone for facebook messages, and the feelings I felt when I did and didn't find them. I NEED to forget YOU, and every time you said you loved me. Every time you said my name and called me by the name only we would use. Every time you sent me a love heart just to make me smile, and every time you made me laugh.

I NEED TO FORGET YOU.

But can I?

No. 'Cause you will forever be My Cheeky Cookie, and  I will always remember you, and everything that happened.


I NEED TO MOVE ON.

But can I?

Yeah, but only because if I don't I'll get left behind, I'll be looked down on, and what I fear the most will happen.

I'll be forgotten.

And I don't want that.
Yeah you've forgotten me by now. You've got your girl and well I have TB, or rather he has me. And I don't mind.I just don't want you bothering me. TB said I need to go and I'm going... I just needed to write it.

So I'll write on last thing.

I'm Sorry. I never meant to hurt you, When all you were doing was trying to help. PJ I loved you Cookie, I did. I'm so sorry we ended that way.