sometimes i wonder if it ever really happened.
if you ever happened. if you ever came back to me. if we ever shared those few weeks together. if i got to feel being inside your arms again. if i got to taste your lips again, feel your embrace, breathe you in, lay with you.
i knew it was too good to be true. the whole thing felt like a dream, it was so surreal. in those moments, i finally got the confirmation that things weren’t over between us, that i wasn’t crazy for inevitably allowing my heart to always go back to you.
but of course, as quickly as it began, it ended. but i still don’t think it’s over. it never was over, and i don’t know if it ever will be. you’re still the only person alive that i can talk to about anything, be open and free with. you are the only person who makes me feel the way you do. it’s indescribable; there are no words. since it started i haven’t been able to find the words to explain it all, or any of it.
i hope one day it can actually work between us. i hope we’re not too damaged.
