I tried every How to Get Over Him area of expertise that claimed God Ridden results, but they lied. They lied. They Lied. I cannot get the melody of his speech out of my ears with Q-tips or a doctor's kit. His ghost whispers songs we used to listen to and I swear, this ghost tries to scare me too. I have swallowed two sleeping pills tonight and I wouldn't doubt myself if I ended up in a state of unconsciousness. He is a ghost following my every move, loving me in a way I crave the visible him to love me. I wouldn't mind this one, if only his hands were warmer when they touched me and I could smell December off of his jacket too. I am an addict that has run out of magic. I am a mermaid in the desert. Maybe I was meant to last with just these material things to replace him.