That day after you left school, I went into your class and picked up the broken fragments of your heart and brought it home. It didn't get cleared away by any cleaners, it's with me.
I kept every single piece of our memories, from your the broken hp strap to your photo to the pick you gave.
I still remember those late night conversations and those bus rides.
It's not that I can't let go, but rather, it's just how much I treasure those days.
Cuz you were the only one who could make me feel this way.
I think you're getting on well with your life now, I want you to. I really hope someone else comes along and treats you genuinely, treat you like what you deserve.
Somewhere deep down inside, I know that's where you'll always live. As a part of my fondest memories.
:)