Cure Me

I wish there was a cure. I wish there was some magical drug or medicine that I could take. Pop two pills a day, and away goes the misery, the heartache.

No more missing you constantly. No more thinking about you all the time. No more wishing, wondering, 'what if?'

No more laying in bed at 3am, staring at the ceiling and desperately hoping to fall asleep, thinking and thinking and thinking.

No more remembering, no more sifting through memories, trying to find sense or reason or meaning in them, wondering what it all meant.

No more hoping.

And then I can just go back to how I was before, and I can move on with my life.

I wish there was a cure for love.

I am getting sappier and sappier. Someone please kill me now and put me out of my misery before I turn into a spinless jellyfish. =__=