You won’t forget me.

The wreckage I leave behind in your heart and soul is proof of a love that burned bright.

You will never be the same. And likely, you will never recover.

Nor will you let yourself.

Take the pieces of me and put them in a box if you must.

But when you find yourself peeking inside that box, searching for me, don’t be surprised at the visceral reaction your memories of me bring.

Feel it all again. Over and over.

Take those memories and endure the gut punch they bring,

Endure it because I want you to remember.

I want you to remember that I loved you completely, without reservation, and for who you are. Remember,  you left me and shattered my heart into a million pieces. Remember, you chose your path.

So let the memory of me burn a hole through your heart again.

It will be worth the pain of boxing me back up to feel my love one more time, even if only in your memory.