12:38 am
It’s been five months since I last saw you, but I can’t make myself forget. That may be why I wrote you an apology text last night after too much tequila and a few conversations with meaningless people. I pondered and polished every word countless times before it got to you.
I remembered how you were stunning beyond words, a complete angel, even. It wasn’t just your doe eyes or even the vanilla scent that lingered when you would leave. So much of you drew me closer. A voice would also linger, but only in my own mind, telling me it was wrong to love you.
I knew it after the night we spent on my bedroom floor, locked safe from the world of plastic cups and music we both loathed. We held hands, shaky but sure. I miss that feeling, the one called butterflies. It’s been a long time since I felt that way.
Know at least that it wasn’t your fault I was too terrified to love you. Adoration became resentment, and my feelings were locked away just as we were that night, confined only to our own world.
I remembered how you were stunning beyond words, a complete angel, even. It wasn’t just your doe eyes or even the vanilla scent that lingered when you would leave. So much of you drew me closer. A voice would also linger, but only in my own mind, telling me it was wrong to love you.
I knew it after the night we spent on my bedroom floor, locked safe from the world of plastic cups and music we both loathed. We held hands, shaky but sure. I miss that feeling, the one called butterflies. It’s been a long time since I felt that way.
Know at least that it wasn’t your fault I was too terrified to love you. Adoration became resentment, and my feelings were locked away just as we were that night, confined only to our own world.