You know those moments in your life when you feel over the moon, like nothing in the world can mess up your mood, where everything feels right in the universe, when your soul is at peace... I like to try and remember those memories, for example-

Imagine dancing in the rain with the only person who's ever loved you, who's ever seen you for you... The person who left everything for you. Imagine starting into their beautiful eyes, the feeling of butterflies swarming within your stomach like a herd of wild animals. The soft pink blush that is dancing across your cheeks burning slightly as she gently grabs each side of your face and pulls you into a passionate kiss. I had that once.

But within these cheerful, lighthearted, euphoric memories, beneath the cold hard ground, lies the restless memories. The ones I wish I could forget but I never will. The memories that always seem to creep into my mind right when I'm starting to be happy again, the ones that never seem to leave you alone, the ones that linger in your mind as you lay in bed trying to go to sleep...

When we're young, we're taught that the world has no evil, we're taught that the world is a fairytale, that we'll forever be young... But that's not true, at some point, our innocent minds will be corrupted, our hearts will be broken, and our emotions will be forever defiled.

Some kids have it better, I'd like to think my home life wasn't as bad as others, but no matter how much I try and look at the bright side of my childhood, no matter how many times I tell myself that others have it way worse, that my life wasn't as hard as others, deep down I know that the cuts rest too deep, that the pain is still there, and it won't go away... It only leaves me at peace when I'm with her...

"God, please don't let her forget."