I'm still fucking hurting..

It hurts to think that I was left oblivious of what had happened. That you gave in for that very short span of time.

God knows how much I wanted to move on, but every time I close my eyes I see the image of you and me, happy. I can't just let go of things that give me a clear grasp of you. The only way I see so somehow I can feel that we are still connected.

"What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?"