forget. 5.8.

I can forget about him, about us, about everything. I can take off my locket and not crave fore its cold heart next to mine. I think of it as him, so sweet, gentle, warm, beautiful, always with me. But really, its cold. And when I take it off, I feel like he's leaving me alone. Until I realize, he already did. My locket is the only thing I can remember comforting me when he wanst there. He was never there though. It was all an illusion. Until I'm here, a skating rink, the movies, anywhere. I see two people holding hands and I remember his warm touch and how I got goosebumps everytime. Holding his hand, and feeling safe. Everyone elses hand, not even comparing. Holding on tight and laying ny head on his shoulder. Now its gone, and he's not coming back. The locket is supposed to come off, but I'm just not ready to let go.