I’ve grown to hate breakup songs. Why are they sad? Why do they hurt? Obviously you did something wrong. You picked the wrong person. You were selfish. Shut up. I have little patience. I just don’t want to hear you complain anymore. You know who you are. All they have to do is move on. What am I supposed to do? What do I do now that his scent has grown stale? I’m left with the memories of a faded figure. I’m haunted by a presence with no image. An arsenal of past emotions and memories without imagery that constantly make me feel hollow. Only the feeling and heartache remain. Only the abstract. It’s not something I can physically deal with. It’s not like a cyst I can remove before it kills me. It’s more complex. I often try to remember his touch. I’ll sit for hours tracing over the places his fingers crossed trying to remember it. What do you do when the person you love dies? You can’t just move on. That person died loving you. Shouldn’t you do the same? The person I was supposed to grow old and disgusting with is gone and I’m just supposed to find someone else? When you break up, you just forget. What do you do when they die? I don’t want to forget. I want to remember. I want to remember his face, his scent, his touch. Time doesn’t heal all things. Time is the enemy. It constantly kills the things I hold dear. The only things I had left.

Hello!!! xD I'm going to use the green front. I'm still getting used to this stuff. Might edit stuff i've already post once or twice. I'm sorry OTL. Doing this myself makes me miss my editor T^T I just found out how she put her footnotes at the body of the stories. BRILLIANT! I hope I put enough spaces >.< I'll make you proud CHAIR (  '-') I promise *whispers harshly*