About someone.

The pain I feel because of you has done more harm than good. Remembering you is harder than ignoring; but forgetting is the hardest of all. Without you, love would still be a figment of fiction. Your eyes drown me; in sorrow, happiness and reminiscence. But I'd rather be drowned by nobody else's eyes.

Hurting because of you has done more good than harm. Hurt allowed me to rebuild. To reconnect, and to seemingly fall again.

The truth is, 

The pain never stopped, because I never stopped falling.

The End

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