Saturday, June 2, 2018

Is It The Time?

Sometimes it is late at night when my brain drifts toward the thoughts of you that I try to avoid. Other times a memory is triggered. It could be something as simple as driving past your street that I used to frequent or hearing a song that you recommend. Whatever it may be, you always cross my mind since the day we first met, and I think it is safe to say that you will always hold a special place in my heart.

The conversation was easy and genuine with you the afternoon we met eventho I was a little bit shy, I had no idea why I finally said yes to met you, the next day you invited me to come over, and I had no clue why I said yes easily too. We talked about a lot of thing, you impressed me with your skill, with the idea in your mind about nature, astrology and many things more. I trully had zero epectations of what we would become, so when we were still hanging out couple weeks later, it was clear that I cared about you way more than I ever thought I would, and I still do.

You met me during the hardest time of the year when I could not trust anyone anymore. You made me laugh in a way nobody else could. You had the ability to make everything fun. I just hope that your memories of me are just as positive as my memories of you. Because even now, after the sudden end, I have zero regrets and I would do it all over again. I wish I could be everything you love, like your collection of music instrument. It's just hard not to miss you after all, you know? I miss the random conversation about anything that we used to talk, I miss your cheesy jokes, I miss the way you kissed me, I guess, I miss everything about you.

I do not know if you will ever read this, but if you do I want you to know that I like you a lot ever since I met you, I feel like we had a connection that words could not describe it and I want you to know that you meant to me, you changed me into a better version of me and how thankful I am to have had the time together we did. I hold a hope that maybe eventually we will reconnect and maybe we can both be what each other want.


I am lost after all,
I guess I am letting go

~ Angie

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