That's the crazy part. I remember everything you said to me, everything we did together. Memories of you and I laughing together, crying together, and smiling at the stars.
Part of me still daydreams of it. Part of me wants to forget you exist. All of me knows that’s impossible.
Maybe I can’t remember because my body doesn’t want to go through that pain again.
The feeling of being ripped away from you sent me into a constant state of self loathing and fear of abandonment.
I still don’t forgive you for that much.
I lay here, staring at the sky and all of its lights as though they’ll give me the answer I’m looking for.
Nothing will, though. I’ll never get the truth. The question’s been buried too far into my soul, my psyche, my everything.
And now. Only now. I wonder if you still love me, too.