I find myself stuck.
You're the only thing on my mind.
And I hate it.
I wish all my memories of us together would just disappear.
I know you did nothing wrong, and honestly it's probably more my fault than yours,
But all of these lovely memories of us together make me feel so empty without you.
I know the next person to be yours will regret if they lose you, just like I did.
However, my regret is probably much stronger.
I plan on erasing these memories so I can't feel the pain anymore.
As my hand shakes when I move it closer to my head, the bullet waits for me patiently while my finger is held against the trigger.
I pull the trigger.
All the memories I had of you are no longer in my head.
Instead they are scattered in a bloody mess on the wall behind me.