say it matters a little less every time, say it hurts a little less every time, the thought of you, leaving. does it bother me, to not keep you on my favorites, to not pin you at the top, of every list. time doesn't heal all wounds, it merely scabs them, to hide the true injury deeper. will I be okay in some time? sure, I know I will, will I be happier in some time? yes, everyone tells me I will. it's not that I won't move on, but why did I need to move on? why is there an en