Maybe it’s the endless memories,
even the smallest, most irrelevant ones.
Maybe it’s those small, irrelevant memories
that stick in one’s mind the most,
that destroy their confidence and self views
every day that passes by.

Maybe it’s the slight eye contact they give you
that make your insides fill with love and lust.
Maybe it’s the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your veins,
when you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush.
Maybe it’s the warmth of their gentle caress,
the passionate touch of skin side by side.

Maybe it's their original scent,
making you know they're right behind you,
even if you can't see them.
Maybe it's you burying your face
into their chest,
inhaling their cologne,
that has been absorbed by their shirt.

Maybe it’s the look they give you,
before they lean in for a kiss.
Maybe it’s their lips slightly parting,
their eyes slowly closing.
Maybe it’s the soft breaths in between each kiss,
the breaths that make you forget who’s air you’re breathing.

Maybe it's the innocence of hand holding,
their thumb stroking across yours.
Maybe it's the warmth of their smile,
that always seems to light up the room,
even on the darkest days.

Maybe it's the 2AM phone calls,
discussing anything and everything.
Maybe it's the rasp in their fatigued voice,
as they attempt to stay up
"Just five more minutes."

Maybe it's the sudden shift of their emotions,
the confusion you feel,
as they ignore your glance
throughout the crowded halls.

Maybe it's the thoughts
that swallow you whole,
as you fight back the tears,
trying to finish at least one algebra problem.

Maybe it's the hurtful words
of hate and frustration,
you send and receive via text message,
and all you do is question,
"What could have possibly changed?"

Maybe it’s the feeling of betrayal
that eats you alive,
making you feel worthless inside.
Maybe it’s the countless nights
you spent gripping your bedding,
struggling to breathe the air you once shared
with them.

Maybe it's the heaves and sobs
into your cellphone,
with your most trustworthy and caring friends
comforting you on the other side of the line.
Maybe it's their words of wisdom and hope,
that glue your shattered heart back together.

Maybe it's the process of healing,
the memories constantly coming back
to haunt you.
Maybe it's the desperate need of closure,
the constant want of resuming to create
even more unforgettable memories.

Maybe it's the love songs
filling your eardrums,
each lyric reminding you
of a different memory,
making them impossible to get over.

Maybe it's the continuous pattern
of exchanging glances with that person,
knowing those glances
aren't defined the way they used to be.

Maybe that's what's unbearable.
Maybe that's what breaks you.
Maybe that's what's impossible to forget.
It's definitely what changed you.