I just miss your face.
Your smile.
Your laugh.
Your voice.
I miss you.
I still wonder late at night,
If you're doing fine.
How are you?
Are you still the same guy I fell inlove with?
Do you ever think about me?
Do you even remember me?
It's sad.
3am
And still I'm awake,
Thinking
About
You.
While you're sleeping peacefully.
I'm still missing you though.
And I have no idea,
If I'll ever see you again.
And that hurts.
So.
So.
Bad.
It hurts,
Knowing that,
That day in March,
May be the last time
I'll see your face.
Or hear your voice.
I still remember,
That day you put your head on my shoulder.
That was the first time my heart
Started beating fast.
And that was the day
I knew I was Doomed.
YOU ARE READING
I WON'T FORGET
Short StoryI don't want to forget anything that happened, so here I am. Writing a book. About us.
