Do you remember what time it was when you forgot about me? Do you remember what you were doing when you made your decision? Was it as easy for you? Was it easy for me to accept it? I didn't think much about it at the time. But then I wasn't too sure. I wanted to speak to you, but couldn't seem to form the sentences in my head. It's like the smoke from that last cigarette clouded my mind. I felt like my lungs were burning, why couldn't I speak? Did I deserve it? The voice in the back of my mind told me I did. Was it the rejection that hurt? To be honest, I wasn't quite sure. If I couldn't be honest with myself, how on earth could I have been honest with you? And all of a sudden it was like satisfaction was a distant memory. I underestimated the power of love.