being pulled in every direction. pushing back but getting nowhere.
the thought of you comes softly now. like an old friend, a lover that i never loved.
one kiss spanning across five years. melting down and taking residence in every part of me.
who i was when i let go, in that moment - i am not her.
i am not wild like her. i do not let the winds command my heart.
instead, i am me. waiting, watching.
"how we get older, how we forget about each other."
only i can't.