“No matter what I’m doing throughout the day, the memories will flood me with full force and without warning. It all comes back in flashes…you would think as time goes on the memories of him would get dimmer and fainter.

unfortunately though, it could have been yesterday. I remember it all, every detail of our relationship..and it tortures me.

if only I could induce myself with amnesia, have him and the nostalgia he brings wash away through my bloodstream.

every word. every touch. every night. every day. every laugh. every text. every tear. everything. gone.

because all of these things come back to me so fresh in my mind, but he never does.

and this, my friend, is what it means to be haunted by a broken heart.”