Misery Loves Company

And there he left with pieces of me. Pieces of me I'll never be able to touch unless touching him. 

I loved and I loved and lost, 

But oh the memories I gained 

The rich heart I had the honor to explore

The realness of his touch screaming "I love you" 

I'm left telling myself it's over. 

But I am not....

It's painful, God it hurts, but I regret nothing. 

I'd do it again and again suffer the same fate to see his smile, feel his laugh, breathe in his joy. 

I hope he finds happiness

I'll always wish his happiness could have been found with me. 

The memories are beautiful and grateful to know him and to love him even from a distance now