reminiscing

I miss you

──┅┅┄┄*ೃ:.✧✲ﾟ*。⋆─── ⋆✩⋆

An unbroken melancholy cycle.

I mirror yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.

I'm stuck.

At the end of the day, when I am most vulnerable, I can no longer ignore the same persistent thoughts.

I want to pretend that I'm fine. That I'm happy.

That I'm not still haunted by the memories of your gorgeous eyes studying me.

The same eyes that now ignore my name when it flashes across your screen.

To you, I no longer exist.

But to me, you're still everything.

I've spent more time grieving you than I did loving you.

I replay the scenes as I drift off to sleep.

Lulling myself to the thought of your face. The sound of your voice. The curve of your smile. The warmness of your skin. The taste of your tongue.

When your sweet eyes intently hung to my lips as they told you about their day.

When you timidly touched my hand, and I intertwined my fingers with yours.

An innocent and unspoken understanding we shared

To me it was such a foreign and addicting feeling.

To be loved so gently