Sometimes, I’m certain I love you and always will. Then I think of all the shit you did to us and wonder how anyone could love someone after all that. You make me confused. But love is love, even when it doesn’t make sense, even when you’re not here, even though you’ve found someone new…

…and even though the memories have begun to fade; I know there was a time where I wasn’t alone in this, even if I don’t remember it anymore.