This One's For You

Reset

It took me over a year to delete your photographs.
Some people would say that's unhealthy, but I think I needed it to not hurt me when I saw your face during a time when I thought you were happy.
I deleted them, and pressed delete forever.
Sure, it made me sad, because I wonder when the smiles became fake. But I'm trying not to focus on that. My smokes were real. I was genuinely happy.
But now I'm a different kind of happy.
I'm still in love.
But this time, I'm in love with myself.