I like to pretend that I’m over you. I like to convince myself that this whole thing was for the best. But whenever I close my eyes, your face haunts me. Appearing in my dreams every single night. Recapping all of the memories I have tried so hard to erase. For in my mind is the only place where I can feel your warm embrace as you wrap me tightly in your arms, kiss me gently on my forehead and promise me forever and always. For in the mist of unconsciousness is the only place I can see my reflection in your big brown eyes while you whisper “I love you, more,” as if one could actually care for another as much as I adore you.

I like to pretend that I don’t think about you every second of every day, or that your picture has been removed from my mirror. And if you ask, I would deny the fact that although it’s been nearly a month, I still cry myself to sleep.

I know that there will be others, and that I will eventually move on, but I truly cannot imagine when.

Because truth me told; I have loved you since I was eleven, the s*** don’t go away…