Dearest Memory. (Another Poem x3)

Bellow is the dearest memory i behold, of you and I,
When i could still call you mine.

You held my hand, and kissed my lips,
Made my life, a whole big bliss,
I felt so blessed, when you would stay up with me all night, and get no rest.
Our hearts ached for eachother, no matter the weather.
I remember saying "I love you." And you calling me Boo.
I can recall us playing in the snow,
And during that dance, you wearing a bow
When our relationship was an easy Flow,
But now, its a f*cking blow.
Nothing is right,
you`re not in my sight,
I feel all this fright,
anger,
and my muscles are tight
Now i`m wondering,was this all worth the fight?
What happened to us?
What happened to this?
What happened during our last kiss?