My blood boils as I lust for your touch. My skin drys as your liquid like hands that fit perfectly with mine have been absent for some time. I do not expect a return. I do not anticipate a change of heart. Just don't forget about what we could have been, don't forget the way I looked at you, don't forget the hightened heartbeat I sustained while in your presence. To say I miss you would undercut your effect. To say I miss you would need many more words.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
My blood boils as I lust for your touch. My skin drys as your liquid like hands that fit perfectly with mine have been absent for some time. I do not expect a return. I do not anticipate a change of heart. Just don't forget about what we could have been, don't forget the way I looked at you, don't forget the hightened heartbeat I sustained while in your presence. To say I miss you would undercut your effect. To say I miss you would need many more words.
About a girl I really won't ever lose feelings for. A year and a half of just wishing I was the one for her.
