There she stands, exactly where you left her.
Its been a while but I know she feels as if it just happened. It must be hard for others to understand. You know, that's she feels too much, too quickly. And when she hurts, she hurts bad.
She is not an ordinary girl who can get up and brush herself off. She is not one to party to forget. Instead she takes her sweet time to figure out what she needs to figure out.
But what others do not know is how long it takes. It may take years. Because once she starts to love, it is so very hard for her to stop. Because like I said, there is no half-hearted love that comes from her.
So here we stand, looking around this spot that seems so familiar and that hurts so bad. And she begins to wonder.
Wonder how you are. Wonder what you are doing. Wonder if you miss her like she misses you. Because believe me she does. More then she likes to admit to herself.
She doesn't like to feel weak, so showing her pain isn't a choice. This is where the art flows through. Her poetry, the pictures, the drawings and paintings. Every single piece of art, is a piece of her despair drifting away.
But I know that somewhere deep inside her she knows that you are nothing anymore. That while you are a great human being, that once you left her here you mean nothing anymore.
Because if if you willing to give up so much, so quick, than it isn't worth being this upset over. Most people probably think this, but she hasn't grasped this yet. Because she is stuck on you. I am still trapped in this box of memories, forced to look at these old things that she remembers and then I hurt. Not for how she misses you, but how upset she is.
She is a good person. She doesn't deserve this. She deserves to be happy and live with little care about this anymore.
But here we are, exactly where you left her.