After

Even after all this time it still hurts to think of you talking with her, laughing with her, planning with her. It's those things that hurt.

I try to remember negative things, to tell myself it's good that you are gone, that I'm better off without you now. But even though I dredge deep for those things, they are rare, and that's just it; it's only negative things, negative experiences, that come to mind. It's so hard to think of you, of your essence as in any way wrong.

You will never be perfect, but you will always be perfect for me.