can you believe it? it's been two years since we've met. is it crazy that i want to go back to our first art festival. peep into your shirt to find your tattoos for the first time. watch us spin out of control all over again?
i never kept any memorandums or souvenirs of our time together, and i held back from chronicling our moments together. we knew we wouldn't last. i even threw away that yellow piece of paper covered in your chicken scratch, the one you read off of in june of 2010. but though the evidence is gone, the memory's been immortalized in my memory for so long. i don't think i could discard it even if i tried.
/ you command my hand to write
in the dark hours of deep midnight
your love is a love
a love like no other
wings of joy forever aflutter
fortune favors the brave they say
but my bravery could not convince me to stay /
it's been ages but thoughts of you still plague my mind. i hope you're safe and happy. my biggest fear of being out of touch with you is that something would happen and i wouldn't be there but, i guess even if we were in touch, i wouldn't be able to do much for you. all i can do is to think of you warmly from afar, and wish you shelter from the storm, a cozy fire to keep you warm (but most of all, when snowflakes fall, i wish you love).
:)
