I found a memory of you and I today. I used to carry it around in my pocket for when I was having a bad day. It reminded me of the happiness I got from being with you in that moment in time. Eventually I tucked it away in a safe place for a rainy day when I needed comfort. I found it today but instead of making me happy it made me sad because it still smells like you... but I cant have you because she stole your heart. The thing that hurts me most of all is that you dont even know if you want to still be with her. You expect me to be there to listen to stories about you and her. Do you honestly think I want to hear them? So until we're on good terms again, I'm going to hide these pieces of candle wax in hopes that I'll forget and not have a reason to cry.
