It’s been a month since you called it quits.
I’m ashamed of myself because I can’t quit thinking of you.
And it’s not as if you are an angel.
Or that you are irreplaceable.
As if you were one of one.
I just wanted you. 
I still want only you.

And I try to find a new person to love.
But how would I love them without lying to the image of you.
I already told you that “You are the prettiest.”
And I’ve already...