"People say that it's the bad memories that cause the most pain, but actually, it's the good ones that drive you insane. "
The good ones remind me of all we used to be.
They take me back to a time when he filled me with butterflies
and made my heart race with every glance.
But in the same train of thought,
the good ones remind me of why we are no more,
and of the hurt he caused when we fell apart;
when my heart broke that first time.
Some things I remember so vividly,
as though they had occurred only a few moments ago.
Its been forever since I've seen his face.
I find myself curious as to how its changed
since that day we call the end.
I wonder if these memories will ever leave me too.
Part of me hopes that one day,at least,