Damages Done, Memories Good As Gone
It’s me and those words, which sounded so obscene and defamatory, that you chose to put me in your bin of memories. Yeah, it’s been hard losing you as a company. Frying our livers, burning our lungs, nature trips, et al - has gone good then, but now just feels like a paragraph in a story. I don’t know if you opted to put things into oblivion, or maybe it’s just some phase I dreamingly pine for having a happy ending. And when that time comes, if it seems it doesn’t hurt badly anymore, would you still be able to recall that time when I was just an SMS away?