i can't even remember your face anymore.
i don't know why i have such a hard time remembering it. you're like a feeling that comes with a place, or a bus line, or when i remember who it was that gave me this necklace around my neck. it's a strange feeling.
you're like burned film to me. sometimes i'm sure i used you. other times i swear on my mother i really did love you. i don't think we would've ever worked out but i don't know. i don't hate you, i don't still love you, i hope you do well in life, that you get a job and get yourself a nice girlfriend and all of that. maybe i was more in love with your idea, with the time spent wandering around city streets and having an excuse to just walk around and do things while holding a warm hand. yeah, i think that's it.
other people have filled my heart and time up and i don't even have the energy to put some closure on my thoughts about you anymore. all i know is that being your friend was amazing. and i had a good time! you made my year amazing. i did so many things with you that i hadn't sucked up the courage to do until that moment. you're a fond memory, like the feeling you get when you catch up with an old childhood friend.
but yet, i can't even remember your face anymore. what did you look like, anyway? i guess it doesn't really matter anymore