I can't remember who told me that lost love is never forgotten...

Every time I see you, I remember. I see the time you danced by the shed as the moon shined on in delight. I hear your voice as we rolled under the sheets like new born-babes. I taste your lips as we drank each other in by the sea. I feel the skin of your neck against my fingers...
I hate myself for all the mistakes I made. I hate myself more for making the right decision, for following my mind, my logic. I hate myself for knowing that it was all wrong when my soul said it was right. My fingers knew. My lips knew. My cock knew... Why so stubborn?
Your words cut me. A voice over the ether can talk shite and enjoy the show. I can dance and play and laugh and not remember... I can't pretend with words. They are mine to own, to roll over and over in the mind's eye.
You call me a liar when the truth cannot be spoken, when it is too hard to say. Your love sustained me in woods. Your words sweetened my sleep, your face my dreams. I will never forget. You don't haunt me anymore except for the words...