Some say that teenage love is hightened; a urge to find someone to silence the endless thoughts in your head but still the day i lost him was when i lost myself, so perhaps they were right. The world still continues without him, the earth revolves around the sun, the moon still changes and life moves on. Yet, i see him in places i never thought i would: through songs with lyrics woven to remind me of him or even in skies painted with the most beautiful ombrés of pinks but if I count the ways i loved him then i would fall into a void - a void where he wasn’t actually truly gone because in the end you cannot love someone into loving you.