You continue to echo in my mind as if it were yesterday that we last spoke. But it wasn’t. it was 2 years ago.
The tears keep falling down and I keep holding on. I tried. I swear I tried to go on like I never knew you, like we never imagined ourselves lying in bed after
making love, like we never said things in the dark we would never be able to say face to face, like we never felt the need to touch each other. It wouldn’t be just sex, we both knew that it would satisfy our every need.
But that’s all in the past now. You don’t remember it. You don’t remember telling me that if you could you’d make me very happy and give me everything I deserved.
But I do. I remember.