It hurts every time. Every time my arms try to reach out to your hands and instead they fall into the abyss of your absence.
My mom seems to worry too much about me getting a new boyfriend. She’s scared I’m going to fall in love with someone else. What she doesn’t understand is that I’m already in love. No one can see that I’m incapable of loving someone else that isn’t you and to be completely honest, I’m not even sure I want that to happen.
My nights are spent looking at my room ceiling in the dark. The same dark you left in me. Everything reminds me of you.
Those bittersweet memories are still fresh in my mind, like it was just yesterday that you saw right through me. I’m starting to forget your face. Is this it for us? Am I the one keeping the memories alive?
What will happen when I finally convince myself to give up on you? Where will the memories go?