Like Scotch Tape.

Everything's still falling apart. September still seems like an eternity away. Getting through each day is still a hellish struggle that I don't look forward to. I'm still alone. You still haven't called.

But it's fine.

I'm beginning to understand.

Yes, this is hard. But I'm not going to crack.

Not even for you.

Yeah, it hurts, thinking of what you've done to me. But I'll get over it. That wound will heal. Poorly, with many scars, but it will heal. I will heal. You pushed your way into my heart, then tore everything apart and ditched me... You left me to pick up the pieces and try to put them back together with the emotional equivalent of scotch tape.

But it's okay.

I'll get through it, whether you're by my side or not.

Can you see all the flaws? Can you see all the fault lines that I've been hiding from you? Can you see that you're one of them? Do you care?

If you don't, it's alright.

I won't have any hard feelings.

Can you hear all the cries? The ones that are directed at you? Can you hear them, but ignore them anyway?

Even if that's the case, it's fine.

I'll understand.

I'm also like scotch tape. You can see through me, you think I'm weak, but when there's something important... I can stick.

Get it?

Even if you don't, it's fine.

I wouldn't expect you to.

It's fine, everything's fine.

Always fine.

I'll get through it, just you see.

I don't expect an apology.

I probably never will.

You don't apologize when you tear the scotch tape off the wall.