But it hurts thinking about you holding, kissing, hugging, laughing, looking, touching her the way you did with me…
God, it hurts, it hurts so bad I don’t even know what to do. I’m thinking on getting your birth year tattooed on my hands, I remember how much you used to loved them… You were the only one I felt comfortable holding hands with and now… I just can’t, I try to force it but it doesn’t fits the way your hand did with mine…
The only thing that keeps me “happy” is knowing you’ll be part of my life forever. At least that’s what I think and hope.