If I could see you again, even for a moment…
I wish I could remember it all forever; When we said our parting words, and I had my hands in his for what I knew would be the last time. As they slipped from mine, I knew I would never feel them again. What followed that was all how I fell in love with the one that got away.
I really do believe that I loved him. But it was the most tragic kind of feeling, as I could not tell it. I remember how when I thought of him my heart would race, my mind keeping pace. I would not sleep and we both had many sleepless nights. When I first saw him, I had already sensed something. When we first talked, it was all too easily confirmed. We were amazing together. He would make me smile intently, laugh out loud and cry all in the same day. Our chemistry would never be something I would compare. But maybe we were too similar for our own good.
I still look back at conversations we had and they would refresh every feeling that I felt at that time. I would wonder what it’d be like to see him again. Or if I would ever see him again. We both figured it would be best if we never. But maybe it’ll be one of those stories where, we’ll run into eachother at an old age, and I’d like to think he’d still remember everything we felt. And maybe then, we’d be able to speak honestly to eachother.
… oh, the stories I would tell you.