there are time after the love is long and gone that i reminices on the time we had together. now that I’ve experienced it again, i’m glad it’s done. however, I feel that taking myself back to those moment of passion and tenderness. I am finally happy for the time that we had together, i just can’t help but to think what if.
We met again a few months ago and we spend our moments of tenderness. I coudln’t be happier about it. You and I are different people now, understandably. And no one is to judge that except you and I.
I’ve meddled my way around friends and foes. I’m just not happy with what i’ve found. That may be because I haven’t found something to keep my attention for more than a few weeks; with that being my own fault.
I miss you. or maybe not you, but instead something like you…
