We were young when we met. I wanted us to grow old together. Fate had other plans, I hated that you left me here alone. You knew I feared the loneliness, yet you still left. Now, all I want is to return to our young days but I know I'm wasting time, living in my memories.

Every day, I tell myself just one more day, one more day and I will get up and do what should be done. I will pick myself up but those bittersweet memories whisper to me, embracing me like you used to.

The whispers then ask, ever so gently and caring "Ooh won't you stay, just for a little while?" - In the end, I stay, because I know it feels so good. So right!

I know that it has to come to an end but I don't want it to. My addiction was you and now it's memories of you.

Today I'm here to bid farewell, to you. The proper goodbye you deserve. I will stay here and pick myself up and pray that in our next life, we have more time. As long as I live on you will not be forgotten.

Farewell...