September 4th

I wish I could talk to you again and tell you how I’m feeling like we were friends again… but we were never friends. We were lovers weren’t we? Entangled in lust which was confused and mistaken for love. If what we know now we knew back then I’d turn around and you’d be there. I can no longer speak to you and I feel at times sad about that. I’d like to ask how your day went, I’d like to ask you many things. What we had will never what you and I had what you and I were will never be the same. You’re tucked in my past like a folded piece of paper I already know the story to word from word. I carry the strength to not send you a message tonight but just know I’m thinking of you and I’ll always love you no matter where I am. I love you.