It seems like when I have a good day, Facebook or Instagram or this app needs to remind me of you. “You have a memory” “one/two/three/four/five years ago today”. Each one is of you. I should have known better, I should of stood up for what I believed in, I should have told you to leave before you could reach in and rip my heart out of my chest on the way out. Then maybe I could have been spared some heartbreak.