Ever since that day we met, you’ve infiltrated the one thing that once brought me peace of mind. Not only have you invaded almost every thought that goes through my head everyday, every song I hear, somehow reminds me of you. A couple months ago it was good, cute even. I was silly in love (or so I tried to tell myself), but now, after the crime you committed against me, it’s anything but cute. It hurts. I might as well give my iPod your name, because you’re all over it to me. And those are the things that will last. When every memory of you has faded, when your face is no longer a clear image in my mind, the music will always remain.

You will always be a part of me no matter how hard I try to make it otherwise.