Apparently our relationship was a figment of my imagination. The memories playing in my mind like a never ending movie was my imagination. Our song that paralyzes me every time I hear it, is a tune from my imagination. Those pictures you took of us on that rainy day in August, is just my imagination. Tell me, if it is just my imagination; why can I still sense your love? Why do I still feel your kiss and your arms around me? Why can I remember every curve of your body? Why can I see your smil...
Part II: Him
Why do I lay here thinking of you, even though I don’t cross your mind? Why do you walk around holding her hand, when I can still feel the palm of your hand against mine? Why do you love her, while my tears are soaking my pillow case for your love? Why did I make you my only choice, even though she is your number one priority? Why do I still love you, when all you think about is her? Why?
Part I: Him
He asked me, "How would you describe happiness?" I answered, "Being content with the choices you make and laughing, uncontrollable laughter." He could no longer make me laugh, so we are no longer happy.