Each time you cross my mind, I
thought of the ways that I could have done differently, not to you but to the
people who comes into my life next. How could I convinced them to stay? How can
I learn from every mistake I’ve made from the past. There never really was an
us, but I did felt whole when I was with you, sadly whole doesn’t mean complete.
Now that it has been 6 years since
you’re gone, I’ve find other ways to fill my time, other thoughts to fill my
head. But every once in a while you creep back in, and when that happens I
think about how long it’s been since I thought of you before, and each time the
gap widens. And I’m proud of how far I’ve come to healing my broken pieces.