Destroyed.

You drift from memory, only that small image of you is left.
Even that is fading away, into nothing.
You mean nothing.
You meant everything.
You were my world, I looked up to you, I idolized you.
That was a long time ago.
I am revived, better, independent.
I realized just how little you actually meant to me.
I occasionally try to remember you, remember what we had.
But its a haze, which means it meant nothing to me.
Because, if it meant something, I would remember it.
I would remember how you looked, how you talked, how you sang.
How you held me when I was crying and how you looked at me before you said goodbye.
I would remember how precious you were to me.
But all I remember is the hurt, the tears.
The way you made me go through so much pain.
All I remember is what you did to me.
You destroyed me.
But, I'm better now.
I think?