I can't quite put into words how my feelings remain. It's been quite some time, close to two years since we went our separate ways. I won't bullshit you, this was no mutual agreement where we preach "it was for the best!!" This was an atrocity that neither of us will be forgetting. I wish that I could just say to hell with you, I'm moving on. The thing is, nobody compares to you, that's what I'm so damn angry about. I've tried to find pieces of you in every person I have met. You're no good for me, but does that blockade love? Juliets parents most likely said the same thing about Romeo. This metaphor was supposed to prove the point that love follows no rules or something, i think I may have contradicted myself.
