The rhythm of her conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record player
Back and forth and here and gone
And on and on and on and on...

She said goodbye. I had to take it. Whatever made her happy made me happy, yet as I stand here and think about her happiness I only wish that I was the reason she was happy. I don't know what to do. Summer has arrived and I'm free as a bird. Harry and the other lads from school are enjoying their single lives, yet here I am wanting to be with her. Someone who doesn't want me anymore. All I can do is move on, but I refuse to even if she's already three steps ahead. I'd rather be alone than to be with someone else. She is my world.
I may only be 16, but I've already set my heart on her. These memories of her, I'll cherish forever. To death. I say it again, to death.

As the floor creaked, I turn to my side and clutch the edges of my blanket tuggin it up beneath my arms. I dream of the bittersweet memory that began to creep up on me.