They keep saying it will get better,
that the hurt will fade over time,
but what won't fade is the memories.
The feeling of your skin beneath my fingers.
Your warmth melting through my coldness.
The smell of you, every time I got into your car, every time you were close to me.
Falling asleep on a video chat, and waking up at 3 a.m and seeing you still on the phone.
The moments of waking up beside you, where neither of us move, but are just aware of the other.
And the hardest part is thinking about having it all with someone who isn't you.
But I have to learn to be okay with that.
