I believe you cared no I’m positive you did because the way you used to look at me makes it impossible to mistake it for anything but love the way your eyes would search me looking as if they were trying to remember every inch to reference in the short moments we were apart your hands were so kind back then every movement of them was so intentional and a complete extension of your heart I remember the trail you followed from my eyes to my feet the way you breathed me in the way you completely enveloped me it eased every muscle every complete inch of me you had this talent to calm me down some impressive manner to slow time down I was so in love...I was so completely yours I never doubted it for a minute I hate that I’m writing in the past tense, and I hate that I remember every move you made because each memory that passes through my subconscious leaves a reoccurring stinging pain a cringe and another deep breath to try to expel any good thoughts of you any illusion that the past is actually the present I refuse to allow my dormant thoughts of you to reemerge an endless process to keep you locked in a place where I can't remember I continue to fail ...and this failure kills me every second i can feel you gone. I can feel this hole expanding within my chest trying to fill the gap you left with an endless stream of comfort disguised with immorality they last for a moment but they stop the pain ever so slightly for one moment a moment of relief in a my world of complacency I love you more than I can bare But once again I must remind myself, those days are gone.