When she leaves you will find yourself laying in bed one night, unable to sleep so you flip over your pillow to find a long strand of hair. The only girl who’s ever been in your bed was her, and it belongs to her. Your heart will feel heavy and your bones begin to break one by one when you look at it but you just keep it there and turn the pillow over again. It’s better to have the tiniest piece of her existence near you instead of nothing at all. When she leaves she will take the flowers she planted deep in your soul, and nothing will be left but dead leaves, I guess it’s better than nothing at all. When she leaves you won’t even be able to look at your bare skin without picturing her’s against it, you won’t be able to feel anything softer than her lips when they met yours. When she leaves you’ll find her remnants washed up in your room like worms on a sidewalk after it rains. You’ll stumble across bobby pins, and scrunchies, how could someone have so many god damn bobby pins? When she leaves your favorite sweater will smell like her, and you won’t be able to picture anything but how she looked when she was curled up in your arms every winter evening. When she leaves you’ll think that love is not real, it can’t be real, because the girl you planned forever with just left you in the dark. She was your one and only light in a world of dull black, but she’s gone now. Ever since she left, you feel gone now, too.