Wonder
I wonder, That I still miss the smell of your parfume, the crincles in your cheeks when you're smiling, your warm-brown eyes, the sound of your voice, and all you are. Every part of you. And I wonder, That month by month has passed, don't bring all those feelings away. It physically, and even mentally hurts me to think about it, that I pushed you away, that I don't have a courage to go back and build everything from the very beginning, but I, completely-deeply-madly want you back right here. And I wonder, About how selfish I am to pretend like everything's okay, that I can stand up back in my feet without remembering you, remembering us. While I wish you remember me all the time in your life, that every single things you see, remind you of me, and you still miss me. Miss me a lot. They way I do. And I wonder, To hate the idea of anyone else having you. That it leaves me feeling empty in the end. And I wonder, That you left, I watched you walk out witho