Damaged memories

We were never really that close.  So why does it hurt so much to think about the moments we had together.  Why does it cut so deep to hear your voice?  Why am I drawn to reach out to you, knowing that all I will receive are more burns.  I push the memories deep into the realm where they can only surface in my dreams.  Haunted.  I do not dare speak about how I miss you, because I  don't want to miss something so dysfunctional.  So I will turn off my emotions.  All you will ever be is a memory, that in time will fade and lose value like a damaged photograph.  I hope that in years to come, I will smile back on the picture and only remember the happier moments.  I hope the pain will disappear as distance pulls us further and further apart.