What is it like to say goodbye to a lover for you?

It's a difficult process. For me, it's no use trying not to think about them. I let them flood my mind still, and I carry them everywhere I go. It's torture, really. Some I miss more than I can bear, and others slip away a little smoother. I carry them until the memories become foggy, and then all of a sudden I can't remember simple things like what they smell like. When I start to forget, that's when they're gone. It varies on the lover, of course.

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