I have five shells that I count one by one... Found during a time that can't be undone. You picked them by hand and gave them to me... And they take me right back to where I want to be.
All the stars we cherished togetherare now just our remnants. So when I look to the sky... Every constellation I see is still you.
After thinking about you for 208 days... You've officially become my daily ritual. And every day I pray... You become more than just a mental habitual.
People may leave and places may change, but objects remain the same... So I'll keep what I can for when the time comes where I may not remember your name...
Like steam to my bathroom mirror you are becoming fogged over... And even though I try to clear your haze... There's only a temporary exposure.
I forever hope that a piece of you remains somewhereinside of me... And I pray that one sliver of youis better than what I currently see.
Honestly I still think about you every single day... and I still mouth all the words I wish I could say.
Over time I fear I will forget all the little things about you. The fine lines around your eyes. The hazel green of your irises. The blonde hair upon your arms. The fading ink of your tattoos... But even though I may forget all theselittle things... I know I will never forget the way you … Continue reading Loved
Patchouli, sandalwood, musk and cigarette smoke. Seemingly simple scents... That transport me right back into my memories with you.
I want it back... But I can't ask for it back. So I'll buy a replacement... And I'll hope and pray it feels the same way it felt when I was with you.