It's quite strange isn't it? I remember you most when I am around other people. In other people's company that remind me of nothing except you. I try to hold myself together and drizzle my pillow long into the darkness of the night. When I am in solitude I don't think about you for even a second, matter of fact I don't think about anything at all- I am good at disguising it, good at making my ache seem minimal, but it lingers inside of me eating away at me like a rotten gnawing diseas, until I am nothing but complete layers of emptiness.