Why?

Every time I think I’ve overcome you,

your memories return, stronger than ever.

Every time I think I’ve forgotten you,

I find myself remembering you, more painfully than before.

Every time I believe I’ve rebuilt my life without you,

your memories crash in, shattering the fragile order I’ve created.

Every time I tell myself I’m better off without you,

your memories remind me I’ll never truly be the same.

It feels worse than dying.

Your heart shatters, fragile glass meeting stone.

Your mind freezes, like it’s suffocating under the weight.

Your eyes flood with tears until the world blurs to nothing.

And in that moment, nothing else matters.