The Loss, The Lost basically describes what I'm going through

I wake up in the morning thinking there was still someone I loved lying beside me, and I'd roll over to kiss her good morning but realize she isn't there.

I'd feel her presence in the room with me, as if she was in the bathroom and had just left for a minute ago. I'd hear her voice and think she is just round the corner, just forever out of sight.

Walking through places we used to be, or seeing things she'd like as a present makes me hear what she'd say. "Remember when you waited for me here for 3 hours? It was sweet." "Oh my god, that's just too cute!"

These Living Memories are bittersweet. It's like I'd feel the loss of the good times and also feel trapped again, suffocating under the bad times. But only both at the same time, till it makes me feel sick. Like I've been visited by some malicious spirit.

Shes in my mind and I can't seem to exorcise her from it. Even though I want to so badly.

I need to get her out before I fall in love again. If not... god forbid... I might one day wake up to my new love and mistake her for the old.