Every day, little by little, I tear out from my heart what has taken root in it. Piece by piece, drop by drop. It hurts. If you only knew how hard it is to get rid of what once made me so happy.

Memories. I let every moment of that life pass through me, where you held my hand so tightly, and I drowned in your eyes. I wash off every millimeter of my skin that absorbed your scent. I expose my face to the wind and ask it to scatter thoughts of you. I bow my head. This battle, I lost. We lost. In this war, there can be no winners.