16 April 2012
My tears hit the ground like raindrops as I think back to him and I. We were never together. Forced apart by age and my mother, although he seemed no older than I. I look down at the scars, they run across my arms like rivers. They are a constant reminder of him. I wish every night of every day that I could just erase him and the past four months from my memory, but I can't. I love him, I wish I could say I didn't, but I do. And I always will. I never give up and I never let go. Why am I such a fool?
Forget, Forget, Forget • Opuss № I