I still remember him.
His scent. The way his hand felt in mine.
The way he held me close, how he made me smile.
I remember that he made me happy. I wanted it to be different this time.
To call someone my boyfriend for the first time.
I remember the way he said goodbye.
It wasn’t going to be different.
I was sad. Disappointed. Crushed.
I couldn’t stop it.
How do you stop a broken heart?
How do you move on from something that never even began?
How do you say goodbye to a dream?
I still remember him, and I weep.