Do yourself a favor, keep that journal. Write that down. You will still hear her voice in your ear, whispering the words she used to say long after you forget them.
You'll remember her quasi-anti-social intricacies and why she made those faces in the first place. You will always have that page, reminding you that you were capable of invoking those feelings in one of the universes most beautiful creatures long after the love that caused those feelings has passed. There is so much beauty in struggle. What you can build from lifes rubble. Every laugh, every lover. Every smile, every frown. Write every fucking emotion that you ever feel down.
We lose loved ones, everyday.
We even chase our friends away.
My regrets look like journal entries just thrown on the ground.
I remember all the lessons life has taught me,
I've been writing them down.










