Memories and Rememberance
It's hazy, but there.
I can't get a clear picture of anything, but the feeling is there. The feeling he gave me still lingers beneath the shadows of what was, what is, and what will be.
I miss it so much, but at the same time I'm glad it's gone.
Because if I can't even remember it correctly, then how do I know it was as amazing as I want?
I remember his smile. I remember his touch. What I don't remember is who I am and how I got here.
I can't get a clear picture of anything, but the feeling is there. The feeling he gave me still lingers beneath the shadows of what was, what is, and what will be.
I miss it so much, but at the same time I'm glad it's gone.
Because if I can't even remember it correctly, then how do I know it was as amazing as I want?
I remember his smile. I remember his touch. What I don't remember is who I am and how I got here.