Him.

On the outside I was an individual stating I was over my crush but deep down I knew I never would be.

Each day that went past, a little piece of me would disappear.

A little piece of us would disappear.

I think I'm getting to the point in which I'm holding onto the memory rather than the person.

Hand on heart I can safety say its tearing me apart.

There were times in which one single person could make me so happy.

Him.

He could make me so happy.

He could change my mood instantly.

Ever since we moved, he just doesn't want to know.

So if you're out there and reading this

I just want to let you know, that although I love you,

I have to forget you.

But thank you for making my life worth living at one point.