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__________ AND THE WORST PART OF LOVING YOU IS HOLDING ON TO THE SIMPLE PIECES YOU LEFT BEHIND. THE SHEETS ARE BASICALLY STAINED WITH YOUR ODOR AND THERE IS A SINGLE STRAND OF YOUR CHOCOLATE BROWN HAIR UPON THE PILLOW BESIDE ME. MY HANDS REACH OUT TO PUSH IT OFF OF THE BED AS IF ITS GOING TO DO SOMETHING OR CHANGE HOW I FEEL, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, IT WONT. YOUR RED LIGHTER IS SITTING ON THE NIGHTSTAND, ALONG WITH THAT PACK OF CIGARETTES THAT YOU LOVED OH SO FUCKING DEARLY. YOUR BLANKET IS STILL WRAPPED AROUND MY WAIST, THE SOFT BLUE COLORED FLEECE KEEPING ME WARM DURING THE NIGHT WHEN I'D REALLY RATHER YOUR WARM EMBRACE. I HOLD ONTO THESE THINGS BECAUSE I CANT FUCKING LET GO. AND EVEN THOUGH YOU'VE FORGOTTEN ME, I CAN NEVER FORGET YOU. THE WAY YOU SPOKE TO ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, THE WAY YOU LAUGHED IN PURE JOY AS THE CORNERS OF YOUR EYES CRINKLED AND YOUR HEAD TILTED BACKWARDS. HOW CAN YOU LET GO SO FUCKING EASILY WHILE I'M STILL HOLDING ONTO YOU?
