Shawn's POV:
Why did she have to go and take everything with her?
Why did one person change me to the point I can't recognize who I am?
The void left in my chest gets worse when a girl standing on the corner makes me think it's her, but the hair is too light, and not the same shade of the beautiful brown.
Her
I can't even say her name.
Looking away from that girl on the corner that made my breath stop, my brain tricking me it could be her makes stabbing seem less painful.
Then it all comes back.
Her kisses, oh the sweet kisses,
waking up to find her laying beside me, her cuddles were the best,
and her smile that was worth everything, and I'd give anything to see it again.
Saying her name, and to this day is still the most beautiful word ever to be written in the English language.
I need to see more girls like this on the corner, they take away the numbness overtaking me.
Sometimes I need to feel emotions again, remember memories of the good and the bad, and dwell over what I could've done different.
You almost stayed, I just didn't see the pain.
_________________________________________~just a little different hope you still like it sorry if it's trash like me;)
~Leah
