Every time I look at you, I remember everything.
I remember the way you held my already broken heart in your hands, cradled it like a baby.
I remember the way you then smashed my heart into a million pieces.
I remember the way you still come back at times to place the pieces back together then tear them apart again.
But.
I also remember the way I love you.
I remember the way my hand fit perfectly into your's.
I remember the way you stared into my eyes as if you could see my soul.
I remember the way that I turn pink when you smile.
I remember everything.
That's what makes it so hard.
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