It's just another day of mass consumerism.

A year ago everything was so different; and this time last year I had you. I remember not being happy with you, deciding to let you go the day after V-day but at least I still had you. The following months of your tactical game were surprisingly pleasureable for me. Though once you started that darn job on your birthday, everything went down the drain. I miss you, but I'm trying not to think about you. People say to get on with other activities, try something new and distract myself; keep my mind from wandering on to you. But since I have no life, this proves extremely difficult and I keep imagining ways to get back in touch with you, forcefully because you will have it no other way. I just hope in the month I was informed that you're still single, that you indeed are. I hope you think of me, on days such as this one and miss me to your bones. I really hope I feature in your mind somehow. I don't know the best way to get in touch, but one day, once there is less stress; I know I will. This isn't going away.