Years have been passing by, my darling...
You are still the first thing that enters my mind when I wake up,
and it gives me a glimmer of hope
every time I hear my telephone ring,
even though I told you to never call again.
You dared to send me an apology letter and I considered setting it on fire because it made me think about you much more than I should have.
*When I said “Forever,”
I meant it.*
Our last encounter has lingered in my mind like an ocean wave crashing onto the shore,
grasping for land in one last fleeting attempt to not be swept away with the rest of the tide.
Our love may have died,
but my memories of you and I are indefatigable.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC
Years have been passing by, my darling...
You are still the first thing that enters my mind when I wake up,
and it gives me a glimmer of hope
every time I hear my telephone ring,
even though I told you to never call again.
You dared to send me an apology letter and I considered setting it on fire because it made me think about you much more than I should have.
*When I said “Forever,”
I meant it.*
Our last encounter has lingered in my mind like an ocean wave crashing onto the shore,
grasping for land in one last fleeting attempt to not be swept away with the rest of the tide.
Our love may have died,
but my memories of you and I are indefatigable.
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