What started out as the perfect couple turned out to be the worst tragedy. Love and pain turned into the same thing. The line between love and hate had become thinner. My love always lasts as yours begins to fade. In the love that we had you have finally over came it. In the love we made the memory only brings pain. We started out as the perfect couple. As time went by our love only grew stronger and then faded. That’s how the tragedy developed.
Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle—it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It’s not an act of bitterness. It’s an act of self-preservation.
First Day by Ally Condile
I need to know that you’ll think about the good times we shared, and never settle for anything less than how you felt in those moments.
When It Rains by Lisa De Jong
I’m beginning to hate music. I find you hidden in every song I sing along to.
Memories can fade, but my heart has a place for the smile on your face.
Autumn Goodbye by Britney Spears Lyric
All I ask is that you forever remember me as the girl who loved you most.
Do me one favor. After you walk away please don’t forget about what we had.
I dreamed of you every night. It felt so real. And when I’d wake up the next morning, it was like your disappearance was fresh. Like you’d left me all over again.
Everneath by Brodi Ashton
Tell me how I’m supposed to forget you if you’re never really gone.
I guess it’s because I can’t help but to remember everything. I mean, you see somebody and you think about all they’ve ever said and done, the good and the bad. It all comes back to you and it feels so right and hurts so bad all at once.
Let’s face it, you did steal me. But you saved my life too. And somewhere in the middle, you showed me a place so different and beautiful, I can never get it out of my mind. And I can’t get you out of there either.
Stolen: A Letter to My Captor by Lucy Christopher
The memory fades, and I’m left hanging on to the ghosts of his words.
Legend by Marie Lu