goodbye, my almost lover.
I can scarcely remember the days when you weren't inside my head. Infecting my choices; an addiction, a heartache. Dull beating which frenzies the moment you even pass. I could describe you from memory - the contours in your face, the way your expression changes when you smile. I never want to see you unhappy. It doesn't matter how hard I try nowadays. Too far gone, a hopeless case. I can only imagine and dream and it is nothing like the same, barely even comparable, but it makes my little pulse awaken just enough to count.