It’s been months since I last felt your warm skin in my hands. I know that we can never be together-in the end our relationship left the both of us feeling devastated and betrayed. Over the course of the last couple years I kept finding myself with you, over and over, without ever knowing how it really happened. I think that a part of me will always be drawn to you and deeply, shamelessly, unconditionally in love with you. But, darling, you know as well as I do that I had to move on. I loved you but you couldn’t give me the relationship that I so desperately desired.
Some of the happiest moments of my life were when you had me wrapped tightly in your arms. From time to time, I wonder what it would be like to run back to you, settle back into that familiar place, and watch as all of my other worries disappear while I lose myself in your embrace.
(It would feel like coming home)