I have accepted that soon you won't remember the color of my eyes or the sound of my laugh. I've come to terms that soon you won't even recognize me on the street. You won't remember the way my lips felt on yours or the things we shared with each other. You'll forget every little secret Ive shared with you and you'll throw the trust I gave you away. While you're with her having the time of your life, I'll be sitting along crying into a bottle of gin, trying to forget everything you already have.