A little something he left me with.

For,we all loved once. Truly,once. Everything after,was us settling.

A sweater,that still smells of him.
A photograph,that still brings a smile on my face.
Withered roses,that still remind me of how it all began.

All of which,I can get rid off.

But then there's this memory,a memory of me loving him.

Yeah,that’s stayin’.