You Should Know

“Are you awake, mi amor?”

I felt you playing with my long hair, combing your fingers through it, sweeping it away from my face.

I didn’t answer; even though I’d been awake for over fifteen minutes by then.

I never wanted to move from this spot ever again.

I was too comfortable.

The sunlight coming in through the windows, you home from tour and lying there next to me- what more could I ask for?

Everything was perfect back then- we were perfect, and we were in love.

I was too stupid to see that good things never last for long, and nothing ever stays perfect.

You kissed my neck to wake me up, although I’m sure you knew I was awake.

I loved waking up to your kisses.

I still dream about it, sometimes it’s as if it’s actually happening.

It’s the best feeling in the world, until I wake up again.

Then it’s the worst.

It’s all my fault, and I’m sorry.

I thought you should know.

I hope you’ll understand someday.

I hope you’ll let me explain.

If I could change this, I would.

If I could change this, then we could be happy.

But I can’t, so happy isn’t an option.

You still have a chance, though.

I want you to be able to be happy, without me.

I hope you’ll understand someday.

You should know that I miss you more every day.

I’m sorry.