when you left you took something from me, and i can't quite put my finger on it. you stole this piece of me and it left behind a dull ache. as much as i tried it never went away. i think it didn't disappear because I couldn't let go of the memories of you. every conversation, every argument, every smile when you looked at me. those memories fueled a fire, and that fire rose in my chest every time i saw you with her, or every time i thought about what we could have had.
