Please don't. Just, don't.

But that was love, and its an ache I still remember.

what am I to do with all this love for you

I keep trying to delete our text conversations, 

but every time I almost do, 

my heart starts pounding out of my chest and I just... 

can't.

People keep saying that I will feel better when I do it?

But I'm not so sure thats true.

61 days.

You left my house right now, 2 months ago.

So please don't judge me, 
and I won't judge you.

Cause it could get ugly,

before it gets beautiful.

I can't sleep because its the 14th at 11:34pm and you're not here in this apartment with me when we've been together, and seemed pretty damn happy I might add, every 14th at 11:34pm for the last YEAR and I can't NOT write this down because it keeps repeating in my head so I'm hoping maybe if I write it down it will stop but it probably won't because
I'll never really know if you feel this same way.

I wonder 

what we 

would have 

done tonight 

if none 

of this

had ever 

happened?

11 months would have been nice.

Its still just all too much.
I miss you next to me.