I changed my way of life to stray as far away from you as I could,
But you’re friend is right.
I carry you with me,
Beside me,
Behind me,
On top of my chest,
And always in the back of my head.
Sometimes I hear the things you would have said.
I’m forever learning about this thing called love but,
No one told me about the love that hurts,
the love you can’t let go of,
the love which breaks a part your soul and leaves you a whole new person,
or a whole new shell of one.
Now here I stand on my own when by now we were supposed to be standing in our own home.
I will be okay and so will you.
We were only eachother’s beginning,
but I will think about you until the end.

a.n.F