before i fell in love with her, love didn’t seem real it was a facade, it was what people were supposed to do i had never felt anything close to what was described as love so therefore, in my head, it wasn’t real
and now i look back and remember how absolutely stunning the feeling was how it crawled under my skin, from the very outer layer of the skin on my fingertips to the deepest crevices of my chest it was, all consuming tidal the realest thing i’d ever felt
it’s been a while since that feeling ravaged my life and it feels so far away now
the distance there creates this separation for me
it didn’t happen i barely remember how it felt it must not have happened i don’t miss her anymore, was any of it real?
but when i sit with myself. when i sit with myself and wish to feel the same as i did last spring wish to feel an innocence i did not know i had before
i find my soul has moved slightly to the left
and though her memory no longer lingers in my mind quite as often i feel as though, I may never feel aligned again.