i often miss who we were, the love we shared.
i miss you a lot — life feels so different since the last time we exchanged words of affection. i wish i still had you but surely our souls today wouldn't like each other as much as our old ones yearned to have the other close.
i often wish we honored our first promise of aging together but life perhaps didn't want for the both of us to be as close.
i often wish i could hold you. i used to always tell you that — how much i wanted you close, in my arms.
did you know that ? life feels so different.
i often wonder if erasing your presence entirely and all of these old memories that keep vibrating around me would heal me. i do not think so.
but oh, nostalgia seems to eat me alive