these photos were taken just a few months ago. I remember exactly what happened during this day. the memories stick with me. they won't leave. they will never leave. I think that's the hardest part after a break up. a terrible break up. the memories. the great ones. you don't want to let go of them, rid of them. you actually think there's still hope because of those damned memories. I wish I could rid every memory I have of this person so I could move on like he has. I wouldn't say that if he hadn't moved like he had, or if he haven't been ignoring me since our break up. I wish I don't have the urge to speak to him anymore, like he. like sucks doesn't it? we all have our ups & downs. but my life has been stuck on the downs. where are my ups?
love, dayna
love, dayna
