I know that the day we talked for the time made me feel like I was drowning because you took the oxygen out of my lungs. I know you like your coffee with 6 pumps of vanilla. Iced. I know your left temple throbs when you're thinking of what to say. I know you 5 CDs of artists that you don't know (or like for that matter) in your car. I know that the way you touched my spine gave me chills. I know that you laid in my arms and said that I was the only person you loved to be around. I know you look up when you're trying not to cry. I know you looked up when you talked about college and leaving me. You looked up when you mentioned that I should move on. You looked up when I broken heartily said that I would and it didn't matter. I know that you used to give me the cup with more coffee. I know you were terrified of life more than death. I know you stay up till at least 2 am thinking about your future. I know you cared and that's why you left. But I don't know what to do with this love I still have for you?