Do you ever miss me?
Do you ever miss what we could've had?
My love, the question isn't simply did you ever love me, it's do you remember what it felt like to love me.
I do.
I remember spilling feelings like spilling tea.
Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn't look you in the eyes and even try to lie.
I remember every second like it was my last moment. Every flash of the camera was like the blinking of the eyes I laid on you.
I laid next to you..
It was cold but my heart finally felt warm..
My heartbeat was like the fast typing on the keyboard rushing to text you.
I love you.
Not the words that come from my mind very often. But your personality pulled those words out as if you had a rope. The same rope I stared at the night we met. The rope you grabbed with a simple hello.
I remember sleep, not the sleep you think, but the sleep I intended to be with you. It wasnt my fault when the ocean grabbed my heart.. We fell apart like an earthquake.
I felt myself standing in a storm of never-ending tears. I wish I could've stopped it. The plants I inhaled felt like your touch.
I rolled your memory into a blunt and smoked it 'till I saw you again.
I want to be with you.
Unlike night changing to day,
My feelings are yet to change.
This storm is still cloudy.
This keyboard is still waiting for your notification.
My love,
The question still remains...
will you ever love me again?