L҈O҈V҈E҈R҈B҈O҈Y҈🧃jhope

winter trees.

when driving past snow licked evergreens,

think of me?

think of the moments we shared, you and i alone?

think of my lingering touch, of my undying love.

take the time to ponder the way it felt to have been held in my arms?

take the time to remember my kiss and the soft trickle of my fingers caressing your neck?

yes, think of the indescribable magnetic pull of my eyes on your own.

and in your thoughts, i will remain.

we will remain

etched in stone like cave paintings; to be dreamed about by future populations, protected and preserved throughout history. 

and in your thoughts, i will remain: untouched, unscathed, forever young.