Yeah. I hate to admit it, but I dreamt of you last night. The way you held & kissed me, the way we had our adventures, our fun….our days of excitement & joy. All those memories just a plain figment of our mind passing by. Maybe something we can simply forget & maybe one we can not let go of, but you want to know something? Probably not, but I miss you. It’s as simple as that. I miss you, but would you still care? I’m in the past, but does that make me no more?
You feel everything slipping through your hands, through each individual finger or finger tip…but you can’t do anything about it. You try to grasp on, but then you realize that in the moment, everything is slipping away faster than it was before. Well, I hate that feeling. I’m going to be honest. I’m afraid … I’m afraid of losing everything. I’m afraid of losing you.
(LESSON FOR TODAY. )