i have everything i want but you, Becky, darling, whereas in reality i want nothing else but you.

six years later and I'm still trapped in this darkness; without your smile, or your kindness, or your words, or your intelligence, or your touch, or your passion, or your sympathy, or your optimism, or your hope, or your happiness or your love.

i think there was only ever one real difference between us.

i have always intentionally discarded all but my most important and favourite memories (i.e. you), but those treasured memories continue to define who i am, and i can't let them go, even after all this time. you, on the other hand, kept all your memories both good and bad, but never looked back at any of them.

i'm sure that if you had, i would never have lost you.