Realisation

I couldn't go out to the pub with my friends Because she was there. Her and her boyfriend and Her new best friend. And it's just hit me; This isn't love. I'm no expert on what love is, but there's No way it's sitting miserably at home whilst Your sweetheart is out having fun with Other people and therefore Preventing you from being there. Maybe now that's sorted out, I can Finally forget about her, slowly But surely. How hard Can it be? She's just some Girl from the past, After all. Yet whilst I'm writing this, I'm wearing her old jacket.