I'm not who I was then. I was happy. I was confident. I was full. I was full of love. I was full of compassion. I was full of imagination. I had you. I had you to hold me. I had you to kiss me under the pale light of the moon. I had you there by my side through every single hard thing I faced. I was never alone. Until that day. The day you left. The day I spent in my room crying thinking to myself "what did I do wrong?". The day that seemed to last for an eternity. The day that ended with me staring at the plastic stars and planets on the ceiling that we put there together because it reminded us of the day we met. Those god damn plastic stars I have yet to take down. I'm not who I was then. I'm empty. I'm alone. I'm a hollow shell of the person you left behind. But why? Why did you go? That is a question I've always asked, but an answer I will never know.
