Haunt

I once said that you would haunt me forever.
And it’s true.

You aren’t the ruler of my heart and mind.
You aren’t my comparison point.
My husband is better to me than you ever were, or ever could be.

But you still haunt me.

There’s no dream of what we could be – or if we could be.
But there is a daydream of what it could be like to be friends again.
To be apart of each others worlds. Lives. Friend group.
Would I like your wife?
Would you like my husband?
Could we be just friends and it not be weird?
Could we write that book together?

I once said you would always haunt me.
And you do.