Oh all the words left unsaid- All the fits of anger, I twisted away under a bitten tongue. All the tears i didn't cry, stored in a vault in my heart. And yet we crammed all the 'what ifs' into a single, "Goodbye."
Yet, when he puts his hand on my waist, and pulls me in for the last fiery kiss I hold my breath for just a second- as if i could bottle this moment up into a single memory, and I could live there forever floating in his arms.
And I'll wonder if he thinks of me as the girl he could have loved all his life, or just a chapter of many lovers that he left unread.