You would think after two years I would've moved on from him. That there would be one moment that would pass when I wouldn't be thinking about him. Wrong. That's really wrong. Everyday passes slower than the last, reminding me of every moment that could've been spent with the man I love. All I can show from the last two years is absence from his life that I can't control, but yet it's all that I get right. He lived without me for three months when we were together, this should be easy enough for him. The echo of his words slit my skin like knives, leaving his faint memory to bleed into my world. This is the rise and fall of us.