It's your face I could never forget.
Those eyes, that so many times made everything wrong right.
I still love them.
It kills me to hear you laugh,
the laugh that so many times laughed with me.
I still love it.
It hurts when I see her hand clutch your jacket,
the one that so many times was offered to me when I shivered.
I still need it sometimes, you know.
It stings when I walk in my room and see nothing but you
because of that one day when I decided to play house.
I still love you.
It's the memories I can never let go of.
They're the ones I escape to every night when I remember that I'm alone.
And every time, I ask myself the same questions:
Is it him I'm in love with, or who he was that I want back?
So...any insight?
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