Y_ou are stained. Stained in every memory that I have. You have tainted even my happiest of memories. The places I love to go to I can’t go anymore because I see you. I see your face in every route I go. I can’t get you out of my head. I wonder if you think about me half as much as I do you. You were my home, but I never was yours. I will never understand what you felt for me. Surely you wouldn’t do that with anyone right? You didn’t do it with her, does that make me special? But you loved her, you didn’t love me. So in more ways than one I lost. I miss you bee._