Bai.

That awkward moment when you wished you'd never let him go.

Is it not enough that I have no one in my life to love like that? And I'm not looking. Gosh, I really am not looking at all. I've got too much going on in my heart to even think about letting someone else in, in that way. Not that I have any prospects any way.

I forget about him because it's been that long to where I can forget about him and I should forget about him. And then memories of those conversations and drives and insence just make everything more foggy and I have to make myself catch my breath. Then I have to see his face and his stupid crooked smile and I have to relive that pain at every moment. I let him slip through my fingers because I saw that he could hurt me. And that he would hurt me. And despite the fact that he said I was his best friend, and that he'd always wanted to marry his best friend made my head hurt because I was 16 years old and he was telling me everything I'd ever wanted to hear.

And now he's gone. And now he's with my ex best friend. And now I just saw him at the mall, and I feel this pain that should've been eradicated 3 years ago. Three stinkin years ago.

And if it isn't enough, they play the same damn song they played at her funeral about 3 times a week at the mall.