It's okay.

Don't notice me. It's okay. 

Don't say a word to me. It's okay.

Pretend I'm not there. It's okay.

Treat me like I don't exist. It's okay.

Acting like we never loved. It's okay. 

Forgetting that I invested my heart in you. It's not okay. 

I did not intend on loving you anymore. I taught myself to stop. God knows that I wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the love of you there detected. And now, at the first renewed view of you in months; it's like my love for you spontaneously revived. Great and strong, you made me love you again without even looking at me. Bleeeehhhhhhhhh.