It’s always the first few days that hurt the most, they say.

  It’s always the first few nights that are unbearable, they always tell me.

  But they are only partially right.

  They forget to mention the nights one month later, where I am in awe of myself being able to still smile after one month of not seeing him, then crying myself to sleep again because I am forgetting his voice.

  They forget to mention the nights six weeks later, where I am looking through the texts we shared before and crying because I realize, I finally realize through his texts, that he actually had felt more than something for me during that time. But it’s all gone now.

  They forget to mention the nights two months later, when I am wanting nothing more but to hear his voice again, see his face again instead of the same picture for the hundredth time, and touch him again. Feel him again.

  They forget to mention the sudden hits on random nights, where a good memory between us that I haven’t thought much before shines in my head and makes me feel the loss of him all over again.

  They forget that I’ll suddenly, at random times, remember again. The memories, good and bad alike. The kisses, the touches, the hugs. The smiles, the way he says ‘Hell no!’

  They forget that I’ll have a sudden wave of depression and jealousy drown me when I’m watching a couple kiss or listening to love songs.

  They forget to warn me of the memories.

[A/N] I'M ON A ROLL LOL