just found all this stuff i wrote about you. two to three years ago now.
and yet i still cant get rid of it.
all that stuff i wrote about you.
about the guy who helped me find my heart.
who made me fall in love with him.
then managed to tear my heart out of my chest
snap it in half
throw it on the ground
and trample on it 'till it was in a thousand pieces.
in the course of one year,
you were my first love
and the first one who broke my heart - truly broke my heart.
pretty much two years have gone by
and i still cant bring myself to burn everything i wrote about you.
probably because its the only evidence i have that you ever existed
 - that we ever happened.
what happened ?