It was that time when I laid next to you, deep in thought while you talked to me about your favourite song. Even though all I was thinking about was how much I wanted to run away with you, I remember every little detail you told me. I do. Because I love you. Last time I ever got to lay with you was in the hospital. I still remember how you wrapped your arms around me, trying so hard not to cry. I cried. That made me realize that I’m weaker, love made me weaker. But next time we meet, I’ll promise to lay with you smiling and never let go.
I miss you