But it’s as if you don’t know what is it that makes things so hard on me. It’s not the loneliness that is left alone, the tear stained heart, entwined moment, the one and only truth, It’s the sorrowfulness that everything that will be forgotten. I swell up at my image even erasing the memories. The image that I would get so familiar with. “I never meant to hurt you Only wanted to tell you” “That I am still in love with you”