Hwy do i do things that I know will hurt me. I do it on purpose. I put a sound file he made for me, long ago, in my playlist, what compelled me to do that, i will never know. It made me cry to hear how much he loved me and know, to know what I know now, that it was all built up in our minds.

it made me cry to rememebr how beautiful it was to be naive and stupid and say nothing but i love oyu to eachother, and forgetting who we were and why we loved eachother.

ignorances is bliss

but apparently the memory of the ignorance, of my naivety and my bliss is painful

i lost it and can never have it again