There are the times where I can look back through the tinted glass and smile at the memories.
There are times where the same whirlwind of images are a stab to the centre of my chest.
I feel the pain in every fibre of my being. My heart aches, my stomach aches, the places where you used to touch me now numb.
Numb.
There are times when I truly love the new boy.
And there are times I wish it wasn’t him.
There are times it doesn’t hurt.
Times I am truly happy.
But they can be overshadowed in a second.
By your presence, by your smile, by the way I wish things were still as they were.
Am I bad?
I always was.
For you.