honesty

She stuck, trapped in a timeless memory, that replays across her vision, branding its emotion remembrance deep within her brain.  Time was supposed to heal her, they said, time was supposed to make her forget.  But the pain is still present and time still drags by, reminding her that every minutes ticks on without him.  Every second, a wasted piece of her time, wishing for what she only threw away.  The clocks need to rewind, we need to go back to the night and change the course of time.  Rewire the thoughts and actions that only seek to harm us, rather then help and heal.  Change patterns and change the memories we now possess.  She had one year with him, a year that holds such a high tolerance rate of every emotion that's ever existed, its like a lesson within its self.  Her vision sees him constantly, her eyes tricking her to believe he's there.  The love is all, but a memory now.  She doesn't long for his touch, but for his voice, his company and the completion he brings.  He was special, more then just the piece that ached.  He always will be, she thought.  For she knew no matter how hard she tried, she would never honestly let go.  Because even though honesty was the hardest thing for her, she couldn't lie to herself.