For a while after you left me, I completely shut off.
I grieved.
It felt like losing your favorite thing in the world, and knowing that you'd never be able to get it back. Sure, you could buy something else to replace it, but it wouldn't be the same.
I separated myself from everything that reminded me of you. Pictures, places, songs, anything that could remotely put any thought of you back into my head. You weren't a bad person, you just weren't any good for me.
I don't cry over you anymore. I just can't. And I don't even remember the last time I had.
But just because I'm not crying, doesn't mean that the sound of your name doesn't make me tremble and feel weak in my knees.
