This girl, she ****** me up but this girl, I'll never forget. She wasn't good at goodbyes, she wasn't good at letting go. She didn't know right from wrong.. lie from truth.. love from lust. On the surface I guess I didn't either. But deep down I knew what we shared wasn't love.. I stayed regardless. It was more than attachment, but possibly the opposite of love. Did I stay out of hate? If so, was it for her or myself? Or this world? Who knows..? I'll miss this girl everyday. She was my rock. She didn't love me the exact way I would have liked her to, but she was always there.. and I'll always be here as well. Just give it time..
      -her