Weeds are very strong living things. Its roots run so deep and grow in every imaginable direction. You pull it out, thinking that you have removed it but ultimately, there's enough left behind that it thrives and grows again.
On most days I can push memories of you aside and convince myself that it's for the better. Fact is you have molded and shaped the person I have become and the experience I have as a person. And that is not something I can push aside because I continue to dream about you and think about you unconsciously. Removing you on the surface is only a temporary solution. Your roots in me are far too deep, far too widespread.
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