ALALA!

I guess two years can't be enough to reinforce the idea of something greater than us. Something I've never felt with anyone, nor imagined, nor wanted. I allowed myself to be shattered over and over again to teach me something about love. I've learned every bit of it. Like the fact that it sucks. You get my jist. The fact that no matter how hard you try, it never changes anything but infatuation. That's the closest I'm afraid I'll ever get now. I'm afriad everything I'd planned out perfectly won't turn out as perfectly as planned. I'm losing the only thing I feel like I've ever really had as my own; hope. But you know, what can you do?
I remember dates. I remember how happy I was. Now I'm experiencing how sad I am now.
I remember everything.