Or at least I don't want to. But who am I kidding if not only myself.
Your smell I don't want to forget and the after-taste of your spit still lingers.
Thinking of you still makes me smile and I'm not sure if that's healthy for me. Although, it might still be healthier than smoking but that's beside the point.
I might still miss you too, only in tinier pieces.
I guess you'll always just be one of those people I want but cannot have.
Et c'est la vie.