It feels wrong of me to come back here time after time, because we left things on a bad note. We weren't even talking before you passed and I don't even think you liked me, but I want to forget about that and think of the good times we had together, because all I remember are those. But it's getting hard; I keep on adding these details to make those moments feel more special that ive lost grasp on what really happened. I'm trying not to though, thinking about you everyday makes me realise that the simplest moments are often the best ones. Even though I know you were in unimaginable pain, I really wish we could've just sorted things out. I can't be at peace.