I can still feel the nerves,
Sneaking out to mind you.
I can still feel your hair between my fingers,
Wet with fear.
I can still feel your breath on my cheek,
Smelling of stale alcohol.
I can still hear your voice,
Hoarse and lost.
I can still see the way you looked at me,
With your big, sad, blood shot eyes,
Begging me to never leave your side.
Your lips telling me you love me.
And in that moment,
I knew I was never going to be the same.
I love you too.