And I keep on rereading our old messages. I keep on reminiscing about our little moments together. I remember the clothes you wore on our first date. I remember you dancing around my room just to make me laugh. I remember us walking underneath the stars. But I don’t remember your voice. I don’t remember the way your laughing sounded. I don’t remember the real you. The you, you’ve been when we were together. I just remember my memories.
Be the person who stops the cycle of hate by not passing it on to someone else..Don’t become the person who wrecked you…Don’t be that person to either yourself or to someone else…Be the beautiful result of the ugly process..
