It's been two months now.
I've tried to forget about you. They say it's easier that way.
Then someone will mention your name, and it hurts a little.
Or I'll pass you on the street, or in the store.
Or I'll think of the times we shared, so many memories together.
We had so many memories together. Sometimes, I can't help but smile.
Like how you always brought a cake to every birthday I had or the countless hours we spent binging Netflix.
At times it felt like you were my only friend. You were always there when I needed you.
Believe me, I've tried to move on, but no one could ever truly replace you.
No one is quite like you. No one is as sweet as you, either.
I still remember the first time I saw you. Oh, how you froze me where I stood.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to that day. I was so young back then.
I still think of the way you made me feel, and the way you used to taste.
I remember it so well.
Of course, our relationship wasn't perfect.
Sometimes, you made me feel really bad about myself. I don't miss that at all.
And I definitely don't miss how you would always drip down my chin into a sticky mess at the most inconvenient times.
But ice cream always melts, so I suppose that's to be expected.