I cried because it was the best thing I ever had and I lost it.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
But you crawl out of bed. You get dressed. You go to school or work or both. You smile and talk.
You forget.
And eventually, you don't cry anymore. Because you forget about those feelings. The heartbreak, the pain, the loneliness. And you move the fuck on.
I cried because it was the best thing I ever had and I lost it.
But at least I had it
