I always though breaking up with you would be like ripping off a band-aid. That it would be quick and painless or something. We were together for nine months. I knew after four that I would end up leaving you, it was all I could think about, I couldn’t forget it. So eventually I did. I still think about you. Quite often. Sometimes a while goes by and I don’t but then it all comes rushing back, so many good times and memories, all the hurt back like it was yesterday. How can thst be? It’s not that I want to be yours again but I want you back in my life. Somehow. I guess I miss you.