I made up my mind to forget you.
I promised myself I would.
After finding the courage time and time again,
I thought I was strong enough, brave enough
to truly forget you.
I close my eyes, and your smile circles through my mind again and again.
Every little thing you do has taken root in my heart, impossible to pull out.
Your gaze carried away my world, my very soul.
However far you go, my heart follows.
All that remains is this body, lost without its soul, and a wounded heart that should have belonged to you.
They say that when love slips away, it never returns.
I struggle in my memories, crying, heartbroken, and grieving.
In the end, I still cannot escape the memories of what we once had.
What remains in the end is the deepest wound: my own stubborn devotion.
