my love,
remember when we first met? all those years ago, on the train?
i saw you from across the seat, nose buried in a book, round glasses barely handing onto your face, hair sprawled out. right when i saw you, i knew.
what did i know? i'm not really sure.
but it had felt like the burned out dessert inside of me was drowned with an ocean.
you made sense.
we made sense.
so why'd you leave?
