It's like I'm here still, phsycially I mean, but mentally, I haven't been here since May. I left myself in that day. I left my heart in the folds of your blankets, my happiness on that road we walked together. I left my soul with you, when you left without me. I spent weeks trying to piece myself together, to figure out what made you so special that no matter what you did my heart still ached for you? Those weeks turned into months. Six long months. A half a year i've relentless broke myself over you. Your words were an ever lasting melody in my head. Nothing stoped the endless cycle of your laughter and our memories. You're always here. You left but you're right here. I'm right here, but I'm gone. How is that fair?