And here it comes again
The lack of breath
Cold fingers
Blurry thoughts
Even if I know I shouldn’t feel like it.
I do.
It’s not an obvious jealously, though.
It’s a terrifying thought of loosing all definitions of love.
All over again.
I’m so afraid I want to run away.
And maybe disappearing is a solution.
After all, if I won’t be here, the love will be just paused, not dead.

It will wait for my return.
You, with a dozen of roses and a soft smile.
Me, healed, ready for a new start.