Why does it still sting in my eyes and my heart? My practicality tells me that I shouldn't hurt anymore. Do I just get obsessive when I'm depressed or when I dream of you? Why are you still a "clear and present danger" to my emotions? Why must I keep trying to focus on the negative?
Hearing the music that once was for us makes me so very nostalgic and puts me adrift on a cloud of remembrance. Not the ugly, just the beauty of the precious moments.
It's been so long. It hurts. I'm fighting not to become broken again.