I cried solid and do every night because its not his arms that hold me.
I tuck the thoughts and images of us lovingly away in a precious box close to my heart.
I refuse to let anyone call me by my initial because now he doesn't say it, its not the same.
I stopped dead in my tracks and was overcome with grief when I listened to "run" by snow patrol.
Walking through the room and realizing he was having his lesson left me with a gut wrenching feeling.
I realized it was over when he changed his venue for coffee.
I can't love anyone else, and believe me I have tried.
When I cry, I don't just shed tears... I sob uncontrollably as if I am bereaved.
I can't write any music without it being about us and the end of.
I find myself still wearing my hair the way he loved.
I stress myself out with the torture of finding a way for us to of been together.
I wonder if he meant those things that upset me so much as I read the true thoughts he wrote.
How did I end up here, without him. Without my best friend, and with no chance of reconciliation.
When it was that he deleted me from the email addresses, his thoughts and his love.
How we ended up with so much pain when all we did was love.
I still, and always will love him. Its in the makeup of who I am.
I will never forget.
