you have to let it all go. the way he kissed you, the way he smelled, the way he touched your waist and pulled you in. you have to let it go and you have to let him go. because that's who he was, not who he is.
I think I keep telling myself you never loved me at all because it is far less terrifying a prospect than the possibility you did, you truly did, but all of a sudden, and for no particular reason, you stopped. ~ Beau Taplin (How I sleep at night)