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May 2013
What hurts the most is not so much your absence from my life, but your memory.
What scares me the most is that you will forget about me.
About the memories we shared; and the laughs we had.
Constantly wondering if our late night conversations meant anything to you.
In all my years I’ve learned not to trust anyone; so don’t forget when I let you in.
Ive never felt this way before.
What I wonder about most is if you will leave and never look back.
If you will graduate, and just like that forget everything that happened here.
Because once you’re gone I don’t even know if ill ever see you again.
No one understands though; because I feel things differently.
Because my weirdness and craziness isn’t just a show; it’s me.
I wont ever forget you and I don’t know if that’s just my memory or if its love.
What scares me the most is that you hate it here so much that I am just a phase.
To just help you get through.
But to me, you are so much more.
You are the last thing on my mind before I go to bed and the first thing on my mind when I wake up.
Seeing your face makes me want to go to chapel, sit down dinner, and study hall.
Because you. You are so much more to me than you will ever know.
And to think that you can just forget about me in an instant scares me more than anything.
So lets make these memories last forever.
Lets do stupid things and talk to each other until midnight.
Because all that matters to me is you.
And im too young to know if that’s love or what; but I don’t want to forget.
Everyone is leaving; all my friends and now you.
And what really ***** is there is nothing I can do about it.
No matter how much I love you, or reminisce on these memories your leaving.
And im staying here; walking on these paths for the next 3 years.
What am I supposed to do when you leave?
I don’t know yet to be honest.
Right now it seems impossible; but ive been through more then you know.
Moving on seems to always be a reoccurring struggle in my life.
So hopefully ill move on; but how is that possible?
How can I move on when every little thing reminds me of you?
Every class I go to, every chair I sit in, every sit down dinner I go to… so many things.
And yet I probably only cross your mind when you glance at me through a window.
I smile not because I am happy but in hopes that you will fall for my smile as hard as I fell for yours.
Every motion I make, every sound I say is all for you.
So how can I possibly move on?
How can I possibly try and live life without you?  
And that’s why it hurts the most.
Because when you leave I can only hope that you don’t forget.
Forget us.
Because I think… I think I love you.
From now until my last breath its you and no one else.
So please. Don’t let our memories fade.
Don’t let us go.
Emma Clocks
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Emma Clocks  Mass
(Mass)   
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   Uzee and Gary Muir
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