Gilmher's pov:
I remember the day she told me she was leaving. My heart ripped in two as the words left her lips. I remember the make-up running down her face as she walked away leaving me alone.
All alone.
At one point I eventually left, my walk home was cold and lonely. Memories rushed back as my limp legs dragged me home.
I remembered our first date, our first kiss.
Our first 'I love you', our first fight.
But now she's just a faded memory. A memory I can't handle remembering. My eyes would cloud whenever I hear her name.
It hurts to know that she moved on, and is happy. But I guess if you love something you must let it go. But I can't do it anymore.
If I woke up one day with her right beside me, like all of this was just some twisted dream. I'd hold her closer than I ever did before, and she'd never slip away.
But, I wish that I could wake up with amnesia, and forgot about the stupid little things, like the way it felt to fall asleep next to her and the memories I never can escape.
She's under my skin.
I wish the memories had gone the day she left.
But they're still there.
And they still fuck with my head.
