I still see you, sometimes. I still see you, sometimes. I see you in the crowd, I hear you in other people's words, I feel you in other people's hugs. You deteled every single proof of my existence from your life. Do you ever think of me? I hear you whispering my name. I see you tenderly smiling at me. I feel you caressing my skin. I was the one who put an end to it. Do you hate me? I hope I will see another you in the crowd one day, and hear other wonderful words, and feel another warmth in someone else's body. I hope you are happy now. Do you ever regret it? I thought it would have been easier; it was my choice. That goodbye didn't just break you; it ripped off every remaining part of my heart. But I am my priority, I had to make a decision and I chose me. I still look for you in the crowd, though. I still hear you in other people's voices. I still try to feel you in other people's hugs.