You left me in February 2006.

I came back to you in March 2006.
The first weekend of March, to be exact.

We had sex, no we made love.
At least, I think we made love.
You made sounds like,
and the way you looked at me
it had to be love.

You were still with the other boy but I didn't know it then.
I didn't care.

The next month was hell,
it was hell.
But it was the kind of hell
where I wasn't lonely
and I wasn't so sad.

I left you for good in April 2006.
I left college too.
And my dreams, and maybe my sanity,
I still don't know for sure.
It all feels like so long ago.

And everything worked out for the best
but, sometimes, I still miss it.