Feelings that I hide.

Second chances.

Monday afternoon came rushing in like a wave of truth flooding every part of my fragile lungs.

And the bright color of your shirt woke my senses and when I saw you standing there I forgot how to breathe.

I hugged you three times before saying goodbye, but all I wanted was to gently kiss your lips.

I know you miss me. I could see it in the way you looked at me from your rearview mirror. You were smiling.

And now I can't wait to hug and have you like I used to. Because I know second chances are right.