Tell me when does it stop hurting?

Why after all this time does the very thought of that disappointment, that betrayal, that disrespect still rub me raw. Like salt into an old wound that refuses to heal. I tried to let go, and yet one little thing pulls me back in again.

I loved you once, but now you're different. Why, even though I know that, does it feel so bad when the good is not remembered.

My head knows its over...
I just wish my heart would...