Remembering...

I remember when I used to wish so hard it hurt...that I would turn into my street and see your car in our driveway.

I remember when I woke up everyday hoping it was all just a really bad dream.

I remember hating you for leaving.

I remember so little of our life together.

I remember the last few years feeling proud, happy, triumphant and strong.

I remember what life was like before you.

I remember me.