Painful memories that's the only way to describe them. But they are not awful memories or bad memories.

It's the opposite, they are wonderful, breathtaking and magnificent memories.

That's why they hurt, that's way they give me pain.

A pain that breaks me in half and makes me want to destroy the whole world, or just my world.

Then they have the audacity to leave like cowards taking my peace with them, leaving me full of emptiness.

And to be honest I need them, and it's not that I am a masochist, I just need them to stay with me because that's the only way I can still have a piece of him,

but it's useless they are gone and so is he.

I'm left alone in this cold room.