…conversation that’s effortless and silence that isn’t awkward
…hands that feel familiar and kisses that feel brand new
…middle of the night philosophy turning into sunrise jokes
…playlists, inside jokes and daydreams
…fingers running through my hair & fingernails running down my back
…being completely spent
It’s been years. I should have been able to find this again. It still feels like I’ve lost part of myself. The part that was able to be happy. I keep thinking I’ll be able to start over. Shouldn’t I be able to find these things again in someone new? Yet every time I try to start over conversations are hollow, hands feel foreign and kisses are stale. It’s been years and nothing has ever meshed the way it did with him. Nights like these I wonder if it ever will.