every fucking time I hear it. You would think that after awhile of letting it sink into my skin it’d be different—but no. I still feel that pain, and that happiness all over again. You were the one I truly loved. It was naive, it had a time limit, but it was real. And I’ll never forget that…or you. Those few moments with you, the real you, I’ll never let go; you’ll always be part of who I am—and you can give yourself a pat on the back for making me into the better, stronger person I am today.