don't tell her that I still write about her.
don't tell her that every chance I get, I steal a moment or two to think about her.
don't tell her that I miss the sound of her voice, the scent of her hair, and the way her fingers intertwined with mines.
don't tell her that I still think about the day our lips met for the first time,
and the way her eyes held my heart.
don't tell her that I miss her and the way her beauty marks sit perfectly on her cheeks.


I promised her I'd be strong.
but let me just have this one night.