I can still feel the traces on my cheek from where he last kissed me, i know it sounds strange, but his presence in my life was so strong it still seems to haunt me, even now.
lets run away together, he would say to me, and we would pack,
we would make plans, to go to far away places and discover unknown treasures, Rome, India, waterfalls, chapels, sunsets, moonlit tides,
but we would always stay at home, because i guess we liked it here,
or just the mere thought of having these adventures was enough for us,
like when you read a book, you don't need to be there to see it, smell it, taste it, and be a part of it, or even it to be a part of you.
sometimes i think i will write a book, a book about all of the fantastic adventures that we never actually took part in,
but the words just never come.
sometimes i even think i might write a song, but i never could sing anyway,
so i just lay in my bed, that's way too spacious nowadays, and dream,
dream of far away places, unknown treasures, and he is there with me once again.
breathing the romance in the air of Rome, he would feed me from the waterfalls, carry me down the beaches, and tell me that i was the only treasure he could ever want.
we never had it all, but we had each other, and that was enough.