i can't hold you responsible
for kissing my soul when our lips touched, nor for my fall that followed.
i was the one who let you in, even under the circumstances we were in.

but one day i hope you see flowers, look up at the stars, and are reminded of me. i hope you continue to write on pieces of paper you find, and never doubt yourself. i hope one day you are inspired to write about our first hello and last goodbye. write about the marks we faintly left upon each other with every touch, sinning in the most beautiful way. write how at one time you fell too, and did not try to stand up. **write how you tried to love me, how i wanted to love you, but we never could.