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i've asked myself this very question a million times, and every time i came to a different conclusion. But i guess when it really came down to it, i didn't really have a choice in the matter. And yet there's still so much more i want to say, so much more i want to convey, but, maybe, all those things are better left unsaid. Instead, i leave you with this...
remember...
i sit here and think about
how it all went wrong.
what i could've done,
what i should've done,
and if there was anything to do at all.
it's taken me a long time,
a long time to figure out
that things, sometimes,
they just end,
and it's really no one's fault.
i've stood here and pretended,
pretended i understood,
that i was over all of it,
and it didn't mean anything to me anymore.
but deep inside, i know, i still know.
i still know what it is to be in love with you.
i still know what it was to hold you tight.
i still know what it was to kiss your lips deeply.
and i still know,
how my heart aches every time i think about you.
i sit here and search for a reason,
for some sense and rhyme in it all.
sometimes i cry from the pain.
sometimes i laugh from the memories.
and sometimes i'm just numb.
but i guess that's my answer,
staring me right in the face.
that the pain and the memories are all part of it,
that you can't take one without the other,
and i wouldn't trade any minute of it, not ever.
i'm slowly getting there, slowly,
bit by bit, day by day,
it doesn't quite hurt as much,
and the wounds are starting to heal,
but through it all, i know one thing won't change.
that you will always be a part of me,
that what we had will always be special,
that i will never forget,
and that from time to time, if you don't mind,
i'll sit here and remember...
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