I know that I am falling too hard, too fast, but I don't know how to stop it.
Partly I'm depressed because of him. To be honest, everywhere I
go, something always reminds me of him. I go to a place and I
remember the times that we had there. I see a similar car of his, I
think of him. The list goes on. Another part is past memories. I
was much more happier back then. It was calming and nothing could
stop me. I am being stopped from enjoying life because of my
sadness. All of this is my fault because I let the thought get to
me. I hate myself for letting myself feel the way I do.
You weren’t made of magic, and you
didn’t have galaxies in your eyes. You were just a boy
with a crooked smile who told me I was beautiful. Now,
you’re a fleeting memory–nothing more than a
whisper in the wind.
(338/365) by (DS)
