You are the only thing on my mind. Your eyes. Your lips.
Your nose. Your hair.
Your hands. Your legs.
Your body. Your heart.
Your thoughts.
All I can think of is you, and darling, it's ripping me in half.
The memories of you are strong, like tea that's been left to brew for too long.
The memories are strong, but I'm already forgetting what your kiss feels like.
And that's what I'm scared of.
Forgetting.
Forgetting hurts more
Than remembering.
