I pathetically look at old photos of you, of us wishing I was in your arms or you were in mine, but that should be wrong. I shouldn’t be thinking of you, I’m over you, right? No, no matter how much I say it and think it or carve it into my mind. I still love you, I’ll never stop loving you, no matter how hard I try. If I ever love someone like I did you, and I marry them. I’m pretty sure I’ll still be thinking of you. God I wish, I didn’t, I wish I could stop this feeling, and leave you alone, because being with you obviously didn’t work, but I don’t. I don’t want to forget you, forget everything about you. I still remember your favorite colors, restaurants, interests. I don’t why I still cling onto the things that I know are gonna make me cry because it reminds me of you. But I like being reminded of you. You were everything to me, why would I want to forget the person who made me feel like a person? All those paragraphs, “I love you’s”, when I’d say I was going insane without you I meant every single word. Because I truly do think I’m going insane without you.