And I'm trying to steer clear of anywhere you might be, i don't want to, it hurts me and it's hard not ever seeing you, but I don't want to make anything hard for you. I miss your face, i miss your smile. I love you!
It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.