remembering the times and wishing you were still around

Yet again another week has gone by and still; I can’t forget him; still reminiscing on the past…
Well, he’s not that easy to forget, not that easy to give up upon, and I have no idea why.

______, why is it after nearly six weeks (and more) I still cant forget about you? Why?
There is not a moment to forget about you; with someone saying your name to me every second of the day, it’s like a reminder of the fact that you aren’t here anymore, it’s a reminder of how much I want you back, to go back to how it was before….

It’s not easy to put how it is to words, but I’ll try…
...when he was around there was more to school than just the textbooks; there was something other than textbooks, there was fun…and now it’s like there’s no point in going to school, except for the fact that once upon a time, you went there too…and everything around there reminds me of you…
..and even today when I walked to the station; I could help but remember the time I had to run to station in nine minutes. Unlike your friend, who just ran off to the station, you helped me get there in time, and now I don’t have a chance to do that again…