I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.
I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
I had always wanted to hear those words.I had always wanted to be your girl.
If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.
Retrospect: the sweetener of life.
The thing is that it could never again feel natural to talk to her
Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wait. It is not behind. It seems to be in front. How else could it trip me as I start to run?
You have ordinary moments and ordinary moments and more ordinary moments, and then, suddenly, there is something monumental right there. You have the past and future colliding in the present, your own...