Every night in my sleep I remember his last touch on my cold body. The words he told me when he was laying next to me, hearing his breathing closer and closer like if we were the only human beings in this messed up world, and the only background music was his heart beating faster and faster.

Every night in my sleep I remember our last kiss, the last conversation, even the last song we heard.

Evey night in my sleep when the memories come,  I don't feel like wanting to go back, the only thing I don't remember is me loving him the way he loved me.

When I woke up I didn't missed him.
Then I realized I was in love with the idea of someone being that close to me, to the idea of someone making me feel something again.

I guess the only thing I remembered was that I forgot to love.


-J