I hope one day you're sitting there, inside on your couch, anywhere;
and it hits you like a punch to the gut: that you remember what it felt like to be loved by me;
and I hope for one second you feel like running to your front porch to catch air. that anxiety sweeps over you and your fingers find your hair; that for one second you don't know what to do with your hands.
I want you to feel that. hold that. multiply that by ten.
feel it again, and again, and again.
you can't prepare. you can't repair.
it, still, will never compare.
I want you to know what it's like,
to love
something,
that isn't there.