I know for now, we will never be close.
Or at least close enough for me to feel the heat creeping from your skin again. Covering mine, like the sunlight on a freezing flower.  I loved that about you,  I also loved the storm that followed you. I loved being swept away in it, being pulled apart and then put back together again all at once. Nothing ever felt the same after that. How the hair on my neck would stand when you would kiss me,  Or the hours spent with our eyes closed guessing who would blink. Not knowing that one day we would regret not staring into each other's eyes. Because of how badly we would want that back, the seconds we could have had. In love, together.

Knowing that we would spent the rest of our life's, looking out windows into the past. Remembering the dialogue lightly but the feeling constantly.