I don't think about you on purpose.
It hurts too much.
The more I try and move on and see what's out there, the more I miss my friend, my lover, you.
I sleep in your t-shirts still. It just makes me feel better when I do.
Your picture still watches me when I sleep.
I will never find someone who affected me like you. My life is forever different having known you, and lost you.
This is still so hard.
