It's been 8 long months without you.
Some days I find myself free of your memory.
I can laugh and joke again.
I can even picture myself with someone else.
Then I see your face.
I see you whispering and laughing with someone new.
I see the way she looks at you.
All too soon again I'm not okay.
I'm forced to face the facts that I may always feel this way for you.
