You say you’ll have to remember
what I like for next time.
But there never was a next time.
It was a last time
And I wish I held on a little bit longer
I wish I could still remember
the feel of your skin
and the sound of your voice.
And I wish I didn’t have to remember at all.
And that sums up true love #2 in my life. Somedays I feel haunted and do not know if it will ever let go. The energy that it had, is still intoxicating to me now, even after 7 years of withdraw.
Understood this completely.
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