every night i wonder why it is so hard for me to forget you. i think its because there are pieces of me i only revealed to you. i bared my soul to you the most, probably more than i lead myself to believe. these are not pieces i can simple ask you to unsee, and i cannot deny that there are also pieces of you in me. however, now, i think i have learned to smash the pieces of myself small enough so it doesn't matter whether i give one to another and eventually lose it. the trouble with you is that i think i gave you pieces several sizes too big that when it was all over, i had trouble retrieving the pieces of myself that were still lodged in your flesh, the ones that crawl their way under your skin, always trying to find their way back to your warm embrace.