Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you. Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song. Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer. Regretting him was like wishing you'd never found out that love could be so strong.
Losing him was blue like I've never known. Missing him was dark grey, all alone.
Remembering him comes in flashbacks, in echoes. Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go but moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head.
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