Every now and then
I question myself
how my life would be now,
if that day didn't happen.

Laying in the grass,
talking to each other
so heavenly.

Later on,
when we moved ourselves
to the forest.

As close we were at first,
so far apart we were when
it ended.

With that, my trust and selfworth
ended too.

When I think back of our time,
I think about our fights.
The only time I could see a glimpse of the real you,
real, pure and passionate.
Honest and sincere, you were my light.
It made me feel weird, yet I needed it sometimes.
Just to feel alright, to feel your fire raging.
Through me.
Though that passion hit me hard, it made me feel alive.
The energy from your thunder,
made my body go insane, heartbeat racing
and adrenalin pumping through my veins.
You in our fights were like a thunder in a stormy night.
And without your thunder, the night doesn't comfort me.
**Not anymore.