untitledso i thought i had gotten rid of youburned every letter from youevery picture of youi stopped talking to youi thought i had gotten rid of youbut then i found a picture of youthen all the memories rushed backthe few happy onesthe angry onesthe sad onesthe painful ones infected my mindi thought i had gotten rid of youbut nothis would be too good to be truehow could i get rid of some one like you so easily