Every fiber of my being aches. Your words, “This doesn’t mean we can’t be friends”, bore holes into me. Because if it were that easy to be your friend, I would have done it when I met you. Falling apart isn’t an option, but falling for you wasn’t either. And honesty doesn’t it cut it with friends because they don’t want to hear that I still want to be with you. So I’m left searching for traces of you, any remnant I can find to hold onto to keep me sane knowing that you’re not here.