You still come into my mind. I still think about you. Wonder if it was me or if it really was the distance. I wonder what you think of me and if I ever come into your head. I wonder who you really are. I think there is so much more to you than what you shared but were afraid of saying goodbye again so you cut it short and blamed it on the distance. I feel so sorry for you. Your probably going through life thinking that everyone you meet only stays for a short time and then disappears so whats the point in opening up if no-one stays.
I was willing to stay. I wanted to stay. Why didnt you want me to? It bothers me.
And it bothers me that it still bothers me almost 9 months later. Why cant I let you go?
My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.
loving you in my sleep
and waking up alone.
Photos found in a book: scenes of the city.