I have forgotten everything, yet I know everything. I have forgotten how to eat, yet I still make time to clean. I’ve almost forgotten how to breathe without you, yet I find time to cry. I still call your phone waiting for you to pick up. I put that last letter in the mailbox, hoping you receive it and write me back. I have forgotten how to sleep, but I still daydream about you. I lost my smile and my happiness, but I’ve learned how to fake it. I’m great at faking it actually. They ask: “Have you ate today?” - Yes. “Are you okay?”  - Just lovely! “Are you ever going to smile?” - :D “Do you need anything?” - Nope. “Sleep well?” - You fucking know it. And they all fall for it too, but if you were here you would know. You always knew…