It's not fair that I still burn for you,
My heart, it still beats an occasional skip,
At your memory, clinging onto everything you are, as not to forget.
It's...unfair that I remember your smell,
Etched into my memory, even worse is I can't rid of that,
It is cruel that at times, I think of a joke you would enjoy, but when I turn to tell you...
Oh yeah..
You're no longer there.
It is suicide to hold such treasured memories.
Every kiss.
Every outing.
Every late night laughing, imaginary scenarios about neighbors and characters we made up.
To cope with hardship. To ensure we stayed alive when the world crushed us.
We're too young, or at least you are, too young to se the wisdom life hands us via experience.
I find something we made together, and strong enough not to cry, I will simply smile, tuck it away from longing eyes.
Our places I thankfully cannot visit, for they are too far. But I still carry all their secrets within my mind.
Darling, erasing you is hard, and it's something I don't ever wish to do.
Maybe.
One day.
We can forgive.
But until then...I haven't forgotten.
I won't erase you like you have me.
I won't replace you.
I may occasionally long for you.
But a wise heart knows its place.
To have lost you?
A blessing.
To have loved you?
A curse.
But.
I don't regret it. It's ...unfair that I am the only one who remembers.
Why can't you?
Please remember...soon.
The last words you said to me..life will be better,
It's horridly true,
Unfortunately my life can only be better
...without you.
