Letting you go is harder then I thought it would be. 2 years is a lot to move past, even if I thought I was stronger then what happened to me and how our love seemed to dissolve right in my hands. I do miss you, even if you think I dont, and the pit in my stomach grows and shrinks when I remember how much I love you, and then I try to remind myself of all the things you did to me. You were the first love of my life and right now I don't know if I'll ever recover. Please never forget about me, please. I need the memories.
