i think i still love you too, but it's different.
like an older, more nostalgic love.
like if you knocked on my door i would let you inside in an instant.
like if you kissed me i think i would kiss back and enjoy the sense of familiarity.
like we died beside each other in another lifetime and my bones will never stop longing to have yours beside them.
it's like this.
if you asked me to drop everything for you right now i'm not sure i could, but i know in another world i did.
and the version of me writing this wishes i was courageous enough to do it. maybe one day i will be, but we both know that (even though i hate to admit it) i'm not so great at keeping promises so i guess this is just another maybe to add to the list.
