2 years ago, you left, and I still hopelessly search for you in the crowds and people's conversations.
2 years ago, you chose to believe what's said, not what i said.
2 years ago, we were celebrating our 10th anniversary with the widest smiles and stupid pics, didn't know it was the last celebration.
2 years ago, I chose to let go, because you were my favourite, and i was your spare.