These days I wake wondering if you were the one I should’ve fought for being mine.
I wonder if we would’ve been happy.
If all of the innocence of our meeting was never departed.
You make me quicken in the stomach.
I loved the way we would joke and cuddle.
You were the sweetest love, and I remember it all as if it was a love story told by some grand storyteller.
I know that I’m the passionate one, and you were always giving me reasons to stay with you after my sprint had ended.
You talked a lot, and it used to crowd out my own thoughts.
Somehow, you still have a way of staying thick as a thief in my neurons.
All my neurological pathways align in constellations of the different contained memories of you.
I remember your girlish smile.
