You are here and they are there, and the space between the two of you fills you with an anguish you didn’t know existed. It is a space devoid of reason.
I think it is simply my lot in life to love people who can’t love me back.
I built these walls long before you came. But brick by brick, you helped me tear each one down.
You reassured me and told me to wait, and here I am, still waiting.
Your hands feel like a touch of heaven, when you caress me, when you hold me, when you stroke my hair and touch my face, I have to remind myself to breathe.
Because being naked in front of you makes me feel desired yet uneasy.
And sometimes I wonder if we truly learn to overcome heartbreak, if we ever pick up the pieces; or we simply learn to go on with holes in our heart and broken pieces all around us.
These girls are all alone in the world. And they know it.
But you forgot me.