Why did he have to bring up the past.
Remind me of when he wrecked his bike the night before he
would be gone for three weeks
by showing me his scar.
Letting me know that he remembers us.
He was so generous and polite,
and he was flirting with me;
lightly.
I missed him so ******* much.
How did I ever let myself get here,
so much that I feel this way?
And how come I never gave us
a chance. Like I was afraid to say what the hell I really wanted when I could have it.
It only lasted two hours,
but I could've stayed all night,
enjoying the sound of his voice.
I'm glad I did it though because now I know for sure that I still love him.