I cannot remember what it feels like to be me; but I know that I existed.
I was once a girl who carried an endless amount of love that overflowed out of her heart.
I cannot remember how or why you did it; only that you hurt me; really badly.
My smile was once a lighthouse to broken hearts, but since my grin has been pushing people away who doesn’t really deserve it.
I spent too much time allowing vultures to feed on the love that I had to offer.
I choose to let the memories be just what they are.
And I choose to appreciate the lesson.