I wrote your name in my journal. Then crossed it...

I wrote your name in my journal. Then crossed it out. Then wrote it again. Five years of this. Five years of wanting someone who doesn't want me back. Everyone says move on. Like it's that simple. Like I haven't tried. But my heart doesn't listen to logic. Doesn't care about reason. So I stay stuck. Loving you from a distance. Writing and erasing. Hoping and hurting.