It's been seven years and you're still on my mind. You were always on my mind. I still remember the first time I saw you. I remember a lot that I wish I didn't. I wish I could forget you. I wish I could forget the pain you put me through.
I loved you with everything that I had and I know it wasn't much, but you loved me unconditionally just the same. That's why I don't understand how everything came crashing down. You told me you couldn't handle having a girlfriend after the shooting. You went to your parents and you left me to my drunken mother. You left me and left scars on my wrist.
When you left I started cutting again. But you wouldn't know that. The day you left was the last day I saw you, the last day I talked to you. I was in worse shape than I ever was. Do you remember the time you were going to move when Tracker got that new job? I ran away because I wanted to cut. I didn't want you to go. I even pulled out the razor, but you know what I thought about it and realized we could work things out. This time was different. You didn't want to work things out. So, Ashley, the good friend that she is, got me help again and soon stopped cutting. I still have the urge every time I think of you, but the rubber bands are still there.
Now, at the tender age of 23, I've finally decided to let you go. I'm moving on. I didn't want to let you go for the longest time hoping you would come back. It's been seven long and painful years. I finally have the strength and courage to move on. Its taken me long enough to realize that you're never coming back. Now that I have, it hurts to move on, but I am. I'm through waiting for you and I'm through of wishing that you're coming back.
But if there is one thing I want you to know, it's that I will always love you. No matter how I forget you; you will always have a place in my heart.