I was a child.
I wasted three years on you.
I'm still not sure if I regret it.
Am I bad?
Am I sick?
Am I crazy?
Because I still want to feel your lips.
Just one last time.
I might not feel anything.
I wonder if you still remember how to ignite my fire.
Would my lips remember the warmth of your lips?
Would I still remember how our tongues sync?
Just one last time, to remember what it felt like.
To remember how I loved once.