I had to move on from the idea that you and I would ever live happily ever after. I moved on to other things, though I'm still not sure if they are bigger and better. I think of you when the painful cold hits me as I step outside. And when I am crying about something that will later be insignificant, my tears flow to the memory of you and I. I watch the hands of the clock going round and I think of the time I didn't waste with you. I've started to worry about if Boy #1 will ever truly get over her and if Boy #2 will ever love me without his head being flooded with booze. Everything leads back to you. But I have rejected the idea of you and I ever being reunited. I make my reflection pretty in the mirror but some days, when I think of you, I want to smear the artificial colors that carefully coat my face. I hate that I do this awful little dance with every boy I come across, just as we did when we first introduced ourselves to each other. Sometimes I get so tired during the day that my eyes won't stay opened and I close my eyes and see what we used to be. You taught me how to feel and how to love. I will never forget that, though I try. We both need to keep moving because as we said, life goes on. And I realize that together, we are dead. This is the eulogy for you and me.
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