It’s okay to hate me. Ignorance is bliss and so are your lips but I can’t fall into the trap you’ve laid out for me. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am and going back to you simply isn’t where I’m supposed to be.
It’s okay to refuse to speak to me. You kept falling for a girl that caught herself six months ago because you never said a word. But do not think you are solely to blame, because she certainly shares that fault with you.
It’s okay to stop thinking of me. The multiverse theory suggests that there are multiple universes out there for every possible set of circumstances, and perhaps there is one where we did work out in this wrong world, but that universe is not this one.
It’s okay to ignore me. For the first sixteen months of your seventeen years of living I was yet to exist, and the two of us didn’t cross paths until much, much later. You can easily live that way a second time; taking in your breaths before I had inhaled the first of mine. You can pretend that I’m not even there, or that I never was. Don’t worry, I won’t take it personally.
It’s okay to forget me.