I want to delete everything I have of us. Everything that reminds me of how we use to be. All the memories that used to make me so happy. Then maybe I won’t have anything to compare what we have now versus what we had then, because I think that’s what’s killing me. Not that there’s much to delete anyways. In our nearly 8 months together we barely have any pictures, and I really don’t have much from you in my “memory box” but that was okay with me because I didn’t need pictures or materials to feel like you loved me. You showed it to me, you told me everyday; I felt it deep inside my heart.