Simple Embers

Flashback memories that hit like a truck at two am plus a pot of coffee are what led to this being poured out onto a page of a worn-out notebook when I thought I was running out of things to say. Sometimes, I wish I could forget him because I think that maybe it will hurt less to remember that he's far away, but maybe I need to remember the good to know that something better is coming, that it might just be here already.

-HIGHEST RATING #4 IN 'UNSURE'!-