You are killing me, with every breath that you take. I can't stand to see you, and know that what we had, will never be something I will ever experience again. It's sad to admit, that I can't go back. I can't go back to holding your hand, or kissing you randomly in the hall ways. I can't go back to our long question games, that made me learn so much about you. I can't go back to what was actually real for the first time in my life. And honestly, I pity myself.