maybe you don’t, because love and loss are cause and effect of each other. we love because we carry an inherent zero sum in us, begging to amount in something - someone - worth the time of day. we lose because there is nothing like having a heart scraped out of you, feeling that zero sum rawly, agonizingly real. one does not exist without the other; a co-dependent pair. but that does not have to apply to us. (‘you and i’ would be more relevant. separate entities, as i have to constantly remind myself.)
maybe you don’t, because you will always be in the pretty pastels the skies paint, and the constellations you so loved, and every ba-bump ba-dump ba-bump of my heart that you convinced me was worth living longer to feel. because you were beauty in the simplest and most wonderful form, and i’ll forever be comparing a beam of sunlight with your warmth. (the little light seemed inconsequential next to you, if you’re reading this. but anyways-)
maybe you don’t, because forgetting would be unjustifiable, but treating it like something jagged and sore would be downright slander. we were something gentle and bright, and - yes - it does hurt now. yes, i miss you. (yes, i love you.) but maybe i should stop cutting myself on the edges and work on making it something soft again.