His smile, his smell, the way he said my name, the way we could just laugh and talk about anything for hours, the way I would fall asleep in his arms, how nobody else understands my sense of humor but him, how nobody in the world has ever looked at and through me the way he does. All those things ran through my today as I sat and tried to think about how this breakup came to happen....then I remember....the nights I'm in the bed all alone without his arms, the days my phone calls were unanswered, the time when SHE would tell me that she is the only woman lucky enough to have her name tattooed on you...or when holiday's rolled around its her at your mothers' house, not me.
I stay in a blur because even though my mind knows that you are the worst thing I have ever met....my heart knows that I may never get over the feelings I had for you