It’s not even about the vanity in me. I am not vain, not so much at least but I keep these as a remembrance
Of what we had… or shall I say- what I thought I had.
You still cross my mind in more than a thousand ways- but I know you want to say no more.
Let this be the eulogy of those 30 days, more or less.
I will forever keep it here, right where you see that green spot on my chest, my heart.
YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE YOUR OWN SPACE THERE
Like what I promised.
