It hurts when I have these random flashbacks in my mind because it feels like yesterday. 
Everything I remember I can feel it as it was happening in this very moment. 
I remember those sweet words you used to say to me every day.
I remember those stupid love songs I used to sing at the top of my lungs while thinking about you, about the love we had. 
It hurts because I never wanted to say goodbye, but you did anyways. 
And I cannot help but wonder why do I still write about you if the story is over. 
And I just keep trying and lying to myself. I will never be able to forget about you. About your stupid smile, your stupid laugh. And the way you hold me in your arms when I felt so small. 
But you never told me everything was going to be alright. I guess you couldn't promise something you could not keep. 
And now your memory haunts me all the time, again and again. 

“But the memories that hang heaviest are the easiest to recall. They hold in their creases the ability to change one's life, organically, forever. Even when you shake them out, they've left permanent wrinkles in the fabric of your soul.”

It hurts, but it shouldn't. 
It shouldn't because I've got someone better. Somebody that really listens to me, and helps when I'm feeling so overwhelmed. 
And it's not fair, neither for me nor for this guy. 
And I fucking know that I could just grow the hell out and move on. 
I know I could. 
But I can't. 
Or even worse.
I don't know if I want to forget...