I took a trip down memory lane last night. There were old photos and notes, little professions of the things you felt for me back then, evidence of the promises you made.
It was like taking a band-aid off a wound to see how it’s doing.
Glad to say that it didn’t bleed. There’s a little bit of an ache, but it has dulled from how bad it used to burn. It’s only a matter of time before a scar would be all that’s left, just a mark on my skin, neither painful nor pleasurable.
Something to remember you by.
Sorry for the emo post, I just had to. If I don’t let that out, it’d fester into something grosser. XD