Losing Her

“I loved her and she left. Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I’ll never be enough.” I’ve been thinking these words since before we even got together. Everything is new. The old no longer has a place here. Physical items are easy to replace. I'm constantly battling the ones that aren't. Every thought and memory I have is stained. By you. You weren't even there for half of them. How is she still present even though she left? I can do this. I’m going to survive losing her.