will you?

I stopped seeing you

I stopped myself from getting hurt

I stopped myself from going to the places we used to go together

I stopped myself from eating the things that you used to buy me

I stopped all these to try and move on from you

But every time I stopped myself,

I thought about you more than ever

You too stopped seeing me

But did any of these things reminded you of me?????

But I became slave to the memories

I want to be the person I was

When we were together

I am walking down the paths

That we used to walk

I want to laugh, to cry, to confide

With whom shall I talk about this

Talk about us, Talk about the memories,

That haunts me, that comforts me

With no one But you.

will you give me a day

To talk about them ?