They say we’ll meet again but I doubt it , every time that I think about it , my brain goes into a loop of mismatched ideas that are tangled together in one big mess , if I will ever remember your scent , or if I will cry about it tomorrow or if you’ll get over me someday , all these possibilities are so different yet real and they reflect on how I’ll miss every tiny bit of you even your scent and that this is taking too much space in me and my head cannot handle it , it might explode or that you’ll always linger like a thread hanging on my favorite sweater , they say we’ meet again , but I doubt it