It's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain, as if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain, there'll be no last chance or promise to never mess it up again, just the sweet pain of watching your back as you walk, as i'm watching you walk away and now you're gone it's like an echo in my head and I remember every word you said. It's a cruel thing you'll never know all the ways I tried, it's a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like i'm falling apart inside. 

It would have been 23 months today, well, yesterday, the 16th.

C'est la vie.

I miss you though x