Sometimes, I’ll come across a song, or a poem, or a phrase –
And it reminds me of you.
Sometimes, with a smile on my face.
Sometimes, with a deep pang in my chest.
Sometimes, with boiling red anger.
Then you disappear from my thoughts completely.
Or take over them completely.
And it sucks that every thing I ever felt for you then lingers –
The anger, the love, the frustration, the happiness, the annoyance, the lust, the hurt.
I’m happy you’re gone.
I’m over you.
But sometimes, you’re still there. 336Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQXOmXhCxPans 184.108.40.206da2