Once I'd spent countless times
Analyzing reaons why I still held a regard for him
The answer came when my textbook rested openly and I sat
Immersed in the events transpiring to WWI
Ironically letting my mind wander seemed to bring my thoughts full-circle again
And the reason I thought of him consistently?
Feelings
It was like a little riddle my subconscious was itching for me to figure out
I could feel him holding my waist, hand, and heart
I could and can still see the figure of him, and his sweet caramel eyes
I can still sense his presence, his breath, and the sound of his heart pounding
Or maybe his heart was pounding because I wanted it to
I can still smell him, it was a new, different home I hadn't felt
It was warm and welcoming
And most of all
I can feel his lips pressing on mine and I can still taste each moment when I felt like a bomb could drop and I wouldn't be harmed if I were in his embrace
And it was blatantly obvious
Why I couldn't forget him even after a year
And that's why I refuse to look at him
I don't want to fall back in his eyes, his smile, him
Each kiss has me mesmerized
Just long enough to miss him after I wake up
And with those senses and feelings as crystal clear
As the surface of the lake we biked around
The bad memories
The pain, humiliation, frustration, confusion
They become obsolete
In addition to being a "spoiled girl", wanting what I can't have
It's no wonder I miss him so
Now I'll have to wait and hope for another epiphany if I want to figure out how to forget, forgive, or truly be indifferent
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Love: A Collection of Stories
RomanceA collection of short stories, poetry, musings-- all the good parts, all the bad parts, some of them barely literature, in order-- about none other than love: Disclaimer: These are mainly old stories, compiled together. However, keep reading and per...
