His side of story

I can't remember her.

I mean, I remember her name and what we had and everything, but I can't remember her.

I know I loved her laugh and her voice, but I can't remember what they sounded like.

I don't recall the scent in her hair that drove me crazy when I kissed the top of her head.

It could've been vanilla, but I'm not sure.

I wish I remember so much about her, but the only thing that comes to me anymore is how utterly destroyed she looked when I said goodbye and held another girl.

I wish I could go back and never let her go

I know it was all my mistake,
she's already gone

she's gone now

she's gone...