I still remember how your thumb gently brushed against my skin, in an attempt to wake me up from my sleep.
I still remember how delicate your skin felt against my lips when I first kissed your cheek goodbye.
I still remember the way you rubbed your fingers against my scars, curiously asking about them.
All these little things, they mean something to me.
YOU ARE READING
loving her
Poetrya lil' something for you. dear dedicated, you've been a big part of my life & i believe that despite the amount of tears that i've shedded for you, i'll never regret the day i met you. love, me.
