I just keep driving as memories of you fly through my mind. The way you smell the way you used to tuck my hair behind my ear. I love you still though you are gone. I remember how you used to look me in the eyes but now that had stopped, though I talk to you still, there is no connection, nothing personal. You said you cared too much and I wasn’t used to being cared about but you did anyways and I got scared. All of those things I did that seemed to be against you weren’t that but a cry for you to prove what you said. You said you loved me but you left when I needed you. I drive over the bridge but stop halfway across. My hands clasp and I lean my head on the steering wheel hoping that another lost soul doesn’t meet me on this bridge at this hour. It’s so late, or rather early. It’s four in the morning and I’ve been up since six the previous morning but I can’t sleep because I’m thinking of you and how things have gone wrong. You were the first I loved and the first who really cared and I left you abandoned in this world. I think of the time we spent watching TV while my parents were home and when we couldn’t really do anything else. I miss your arms around me the most. The way you would say something and it would immediately make my day better. Is this what a real break up feels like; is love worth this feeling if it ends? I think it is because the only thing I regret is ending it.
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