Those months without you was like standing in the middle of a lighting storm and not caring that you’re getting soaked to the bone or that at any minute lighting could come down and strike you dead right then and there. I didn’t care because I knew that if at the end of the storm you would be there and we would be us again, it would be worth standing in that lighting storm forever.

You are worth it.

I once knew a boy who would stop everything to hear a girl sing
And I thought this must be how love starts

I once knew a girl who would look at a boy like he was the only one in the crowded room
And I thought this must be how love is

I once knew a boy who would do anything to make a girl laugh
And I thought this must be how love stays

Then I found myself with you in extended silence

more than once

And I think this must be how love ends

I read somewhere once that in the first three seconds after you wake up you don’t remember anything. So that would mean I wouldn’t remember the way my hand fit perfectly into yours and the way that you and I could just look at each other and know what we were thinking and the way you laughed when I found your most ticklish spots. And I would also forget the way the silence slowly transformed from comfortable to awkward and the way that we began to avoid each other and responsblities and the way you gave up on us.

In the meanwhile
I’ll be sitting in my chair by the window
Watching the world and writing of you
In the meanwhile
You’ll be sleeping
Dreaming dreams
Since it is 3:14 in the morning
In the meanwhile
The snow falls almost as silent as my tears
Almost
All the while
You’re dreaming dreams
But not of me.

He turned the steering wheel
around and around
Making the car go
around and around
Sending my thoughts
around and around
Until only one thought in my head remained
Kiss Him.
My head screamed
So I tugged on his shirt sleeve
He turned his head
And I kissed him.
While the steering wheel
The car
My thoughts
His hands
Went around and around

Hope grows in the corners of my heart
Steals the breath from my lungs
Runs its course through my veins
Before finally spilling out from my lips
“I miss you”

Is there a cure for the burn that your fingertips left when they traced my skin? Is there a bandage that will heal or at least hide the brusies that your grasp left on my heart?