I must be, right? Who still thinks about someone who doesn’t even bother to respond. Not to mention this was the second time you had broke my heart. Must be nice. Being on the other side of this pain. A wall of silence that you keep as your shield. I’ve been trying to forget you. I swear. I’ve been trying to let time and space slowly carve you out of my memory like water to worn down river rocks. But damn doesn’t every fucking second seen like I’ve been doing a life sentence. Maybe I could deal with that if it weren’t for memories of you floating to the surface. Like every time you said you missed me. Or how about how excited you were when I made plans to come visit you. Oh and how you held me in your arms as you told me it was the happiest you had been in a while... it was for me too. And then? Well then I drove you home the next morning. I was still to shy to play my own music so we listened to your’s as we drove. I placed my hand on your knee and was already excited to see you again. Already missing you before you were even gone. When I dropped you off you said you were going to figure me out and gave me a tight hug before walking off. I smiled then. I didn’t know that’s the last time I’d see you. I guess that’s what makes everything so hard for me to forget. I have nothing but your absence to hold against you. Silly me. Why would anybody take those memories to be genuine? Right? I guess that’s what you must think at least. Yup so call me your fool. I was always a fool for you...