A Happy Past is Equal to a Hurtful Present

why can't i forget,

the way your lips felt on mine,

the way you said 'i love you',

the way things were before life fell apart,

i want it back,

universe haven't you tortured me enough?

aren't you satisfied as you watch my cry myself to sleep each night,

going through all the old messages hoping a new one would appear,

finding myself back at our favorite places,

this day to day basis of hurting over the past consumes my present

- will this feeling ever pass?