I often think of you, I often think what you are doing when going to bed. Do you still have a cigarette before collapsing into bed? Or has all of that changed? Has the one you love changed you to be the person you wish to be? Are you still the one I loved and still love? I wonder what if you came back.. what if huh ? What would happen ? Would we argue as much as we used to? Would we kiss and makeup even more then before ? Would it be over passionated as it was before ? I believe so. Something in me, something in me stupidly believes that you still have love for me. I may be completely wrong, but let me believe it. Let me believe it, it's the only thing that makes me happy and keeps me going an other day without your soul near mine, and without your beating heart pressed against my chest. I hope you are happy with the one you love, I don't want to be selfish and I try not to be . But , deep down, you know me.. you know I'm twitching with jealousy. It burns inside, and when i see you with him, every inch of my body is burning and this sensation is boiling up from deep in my soul. I just wish I could get to taste your lips against mine, one more time because if I knew that kiss we shared was our last one, I would have permanently marked every inch of your skin. Do you still listen to the songs we danced to? As soon as I hear the first note, you crowd my mind and so do the memories. I wish there was a way to unlove you , I wish there was. But it's hopeless. I have been long gone know , and I will never love an other one. You took everything from me , everything .. Every little part of my being belongs to you. I know you don't even want it, but it's yours,it's their for you to take or leave. The words you told me still ring in my ears, some part of me will still hope till the day I die, that those words you once said , you still believe them. For now, I will remember the days we shared, the laughs and memories we made, and the love we created and survives still to this day. I will forever be in love with this stranger you have become to me. I am no poet, no song writer, I am just me. I scream, and shout, and get my words so fucking twisted. But you know me.. I can talk with my heart. So there you have it, a goodbye? forever? Time will tell. I love you. Because I sometimes come back on here,just to read our memories..I thought I should continue this post as if it was a diary. Are you sheets still neatly made at night and all screwed up in the mornings? I wish I could still know what it feels like to be loved by you. But stubborn and proud me, still believes you are in love with me. I know, i know you so well, you like a burning a dangerous and deep love. Something that consumes every part of your body, and I know you haven't reached ever since leaving me. You are my best friend and my soul mate. You know me better then anyone, I bet you still remember which buttons to press just to piss me off. You have a smirk right now on your face don't you? typical Rorold. You are so incredibly proud, and such a confident little bastard. You managed to make me smile still now. We have been to hell and back, and you know what, I wish I was in hell with you at this moment. Cos in our worse moments, we were the realest Harold and Mileey. We were true and so pure.