Love me when I least deserve it because that's when I really need it.

Eventually, these things won’t mean a thing. That song that made you fall harder, that band that has the same name as the nickname you gave him. The movie that became one of your favorites because you watched it with him. That staircase where you exchanged your secret affection for one another. Watching his favorite shows which consequently became your favorite shows. That dress you wore the first time he kissed you, touched you, held you in—that dress he couldn’t resist you in. That corner where he didn’t want to let you go, but he had to—where eventually, he had to let you go.

Eventually, all these things won’t hurt. Eventually, they won’t cause pain when you see, hear, or are within vicinity of them. They won’t sting as much or feel like a little punch to the heart every time. They won’t still be attached to memories you don’t want to remember and soon, they will just be things that have no memory attached to them at all.

Eventually, eventually these things won’t mean a thing. I just wish eventually didn’t feel so far away.. when what I really need is for eventually to happen right now.