I wish I could turn my brain off, or at least the part that remembers you. Some times I let myself go days without thinking about you, because… its just easier that way. But then I see something that reminds me of you, a photo, a gift, one of those stupid love notes you’d always write me. And the forgotten memories I’ve archived, come crashing down on me. You’re toxic. Like a plague, thats only mission is to slowly kill me. kill me with the “what ifs” and “if only’s.” But… this isn’t regret. What happened between us happened for a reason, with a purpose only time will tell. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I miss loving someone with all my heart and having them love me back. But.. I hope you’re doing good, I really do. I hope you’ve found a love that is all the things I never was. But on the off chance that you haven’t, Maybe just maybe do you miss me too?