Losing Her (His #2)

I loved her and she left. Maybe I wasnt enough. Maybe Ill never be enough. Ive been thinking these words since before we even got together.

Everything is new. The old no longer has a place here. Physical items are easy to replace. I'm constantly battling the ones that aren't.

Every thought and memory I have is stained.

By you.

You weren't even there for half of them.

How is she still present even though she left?

I can do this. Im going to survive losing her.

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