Her phantom

Not a day goes by that I don't think that I broke something. Every day she pops in my mind, I cant stop thinking about it and it drives me mad. I think about her grief, i think about her hate towards me, I think about the pain I must have caused her and I think about what they had together.
I know that their relationship had changed long before I came into the picture, but still...Its like this phantom that hunts me every day. I picture how they must have been together, how it all begun, how much in love they were. I get flashes of the pictures I've seen. Its not cool, sick and not cool at all.