I miss you. The memories of you stab in my heart like a burning knife and I can't take it out. I don't want to take it out. You are like a candied - pill, sweet at first, but leaves me bitter at the end. Still, I loved you and always will. I'll make you a gorgeous paper throne at a corner of my heart, and serve you like a Queen, your majesty, for eternity. Your precious words are carved on my bones, and I will be reminded everyday when I wake up. You're my teenhood sweet love, thus I shall  remember you to the Day of the Lord.