Listening to your music, moving alone, picking out movie scenes that remind me of us.
Photographs of the sea where I felt pure bliss. When am I coming back? When am I coming back? 
I wish you had never said those three words. Those three words that granted me with the burden of your heart. Those words that left a huge gap in my chest. I'm so in love, I'm in so much pain.
To leave everything I have ever known for something pure.