It is easier to hate a memory than to hate you.
It is easier to think that you don't haunt me, but you do.
It is easier to think that you didn't exist, but you did.
It is easier to pretend that I don't miss you, but I do.
I will always wonder how the story ends.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
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