Days go by and still I think of you,
Everyone reminds me of what we went through.
"How to get over this," I ask myself.
"How can he move on and already have found himself."
I think about it at least a dozen times a day.
Even when I'm close to you, I don't know what to say.
I want to ask you all of my hearts questions.
I even ask my friends for advice and suggestions.
Love is such a complicated thing.
It can be destroyed with just the littlest of a fling.
