I dont feel hurt anymore. I smile when I see your face. That face I used to be so close to, how I used to lay my hands on those cheeks, how I used to stare into those sweet eyes. It makes me smile, remembering how kind you were. You were smart and silly, you held my hand and took pictures of my breasts, you dried my tears and drove me wild. You saw I was scared of the thought of being in love. You said that you already were. In love. It makes me smile how I grew with you, and how i grew without you. How I grew after I lost you. For nearly three years seeing your picture made my heart jump, it made my eyes tear up. The thought of you made me scream into my pillow. Looking at you now, I feel warm. I feel good knowing, that those eyes have watched me love you, those lips have called me beautiful, those ears have listened to my secrets, those hands have touched my soul. I am glad I let you. Seeing your picture makes me smile because I am no longer regretful. I am glad that I had you, and I am glad that I also lost you.

















