No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to let you go.
I caught myself reminiscing about you. Going through old letters and secret love notes.
Our coded language. Our writing versions of whisperingsweetnothings in each others ears.
How others were ohsojealous of what we had. Because they couldn't touch it.
What we had was special. Sacred. And even better than that, it was ours. No one else's. It belonged to us.
You were my dirty little secret, and I was yours.
The odd person knew, and they fed our fueling fire.
Long, stumbling phone conversations.
Whispering in the dark so no one else can hear.
I sat cross-legged, holding onto our past. Never wanting to let go.
You were a lover without the touch. You were - are part of who I am. We made each other feel things that were long forgotten.
No one will ever take that away from me.
I still love you. I still miss you. I think about you all the time. I worry about you constantly. I know now that I don't have too. But I still do.
You were what kept me going for awhile there.
Waiting so elegantly for yours words to form so we could speak and be together for the few hours we were able too.
Oh my darling dearest...how I still feel you.
I hope you realize this is about you.