I forgot how he makes my heart stop, I can't help it.....after so many years I still fall for him every time.
It's the way he speaks, the way he looks at me, his mannerisms.
I return to dismay and regret, to bitter heartbreak; if only to look into his eyes for one more moment of my life.
How could I do this to myself again?
Just to hear him laugh, to feel him hold my hand, to breathe him in; I should have let him go, life is strange in that way.
As if everyone I knew could predict what I wouldn't dare to dream.
I wonder if I make too much of silly things....
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