All the butterflies you gave me are starting to disappear. I'm losing hope on us, but I still am attached to you in every, single, way.
I can't help but compare the boys at school to you and think, "He out did them by 110 percent."
And feeling that when they touch me its not the same as your roughed hands and soft finger tips. It different. It's not you.
I don't want them. I want you.
I want back what we had.
I want our talks in your bedroom back, or eve the small kisses you'd place o my neck. I want your hand on the bare part of my waist when my shirt rises. I want your sweet, delicate words that made me feel like you were mine and I was you'rs. I even want your beautiful, intricate, doodle that you used to draw in science class. I want your hand on my thigh, and your face close to mine.
I don't want what guys here offer. They give out everything I don't want. Everything that can't compare to yo.
Please make me forget all these memories, they haunt me at night. They especially keep me awake at early hours.
-Remember the once Loved
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Thoughts Of the Once Loved
Non-Fiction"Even in the light my dark mind will always surround you, because you saved me from myself. Because even while everyone else was too busy with their own lives you were there every step of the way not knowing what I was feeling. Not knowing what I wa...
