It's one am and I can't get you off of my mind. Your ghost haunts me, it's taunting me, making me relive you memory. I wish it could stop, but I still love you. I love your hugs, the way your hand fit into mine perfectly, the way your smile lighted up the room.
And I hate it. I wish that I could just forget you. I've missed you for so long I've forgotten the colour of your eyes. I forgotten out midnight secrets. I've forgotten what you tasted like.
And honestly. It's better this way.
