Not Yet Over You

I don't want to cry over you anymore, but these tears...  I can't seem to control these tears streaming down my face.  What's happened to me?  Have I become weak?  I thought I had moved on enough that seeing you again wouldn't affect me this much.  I suppose I fell harder than I thought, and I'm seeing that I'm still refusing to let go.  I'm sure there will be one day I'll look back and laugh at the experience, but today my heart aches at the thought that maybe...  just maybe it didn't have to be this way.  I almost wish you could've just been a jerk until the end.  That way, I wouldn't ever think of looking back.  I guess "good" closures don't really exist because it only prevents the wounds from healing...  I still care about you, but it hurts too much to care.