It's the shyness, the quietness, the hide and seek game.
The carefulness, always taking precaution, knowing this wasn't the same.
It's the late night car rides, the moments on the balcony feeling like we were on clouds.
It's the way our hands had a mind of their own, having a gentle song with a following beautiful sound.
The hoping, the wishing, and finally the getting.
It's the secret, our alone.
The quick hidden kisses, and hip squeezing moments.
The no double thinking or doubting.
The wanting endlessly,
The way it did and didn't make sense.
It's the private questioning and listening.
The passion in the lips,
the lightness of the spirit.
The connection we'd never abuse.
It's the truth in words causing my heart to race.

*It's everything that's made me grow to forget you.