The Crap I Can't Throw Away

I've tried to forget, and I've tried to go out and make new memories to eradicate the ones he left me with. It's a plague, I tell you. All that crap we've thrown around about how this is what makes us who we are... is crap. The truth is I can't stand it anymore. It has been months, still he remains a ghost in my mind, haunting me in every waking, blinking and unconscious moment. No matter how preoccupied I can be, he hangs around the back of my mind, in places I can't reach, making it impossible for me to throw him out by force. I feel the void. I read my thoughts of our time together, and I can't help but wish our time wasn't up.