I rarely glance out the window in the hopes of seeing his truck across the road,in an off chance that my life has turned into a childhood fairytale.
I never call, and i only write once in awhile.
I don't go for walks, on the chance he might be there.
But not a day goes by that i don't get up and put that ring on my finger.
It hurts too much to hide it in a box, and i cant get rid of it,though ive thought of it in moments of anger.
A simple,sad reminder, that no matter what,part of him is always with me.
Part of him will always love me.
& not a day goes by that i don't hope he knows i loved him as best i could in those three years of heartbreak & confusion.
Not a day goes by that i don't remember our last day, and the hurt there, but more then that,was his smile & laughter as he looked me in the eyes.
The ring on my finger is a reminder of all the good days we had....and of the last year spent crying alone in the bathroom, crying in the halls while he stood 5 feet away. A reminder of the love & hate.
So i don't look for him much anymore, because i don't have too.
Because no matter where he goes, i know ill always have a part of him no one else will.
