I need a break already.
The sand from that day at the beach with her, finally washed out, ten yaers later. I have no personal effects of hers,and yet she still haunts me. Like a sour mistake from my past, she clouds my mind.
I loved her, and fought it.
I had her love, and destroyed it.
I had all of her, and I pretened it was not enough.
Now I have no trace of her but my memory, and I feel incomplete with out her.