It's been 11 years since we first kissed. For some stupid reason, I've never been able to sleep well on this day. I'm haunted by what it could have been if you had stayed. 364 days a year I'm fine but this damned day appears and I'm a mess.
A part of me wishes to go back and never kiss you, never let myself feel safe in your arms.
And another part of me wishes to call you and continue whatever it was we had.
Deep down, I know I seem immature. But the truth is, I grew up too fast. That's why when I started loving you, it felt so real. Even then I knew that's what I wanted.
I haven't changed that much. Stupidly enough, I know if I ever got a text from you , the butterflies would come back.
Even after all this time, I believe a part of me is locked deep inside me. A part of me that hopelessly and helplessly will always belong to you.
(Ranting after 4 hrs of sleep).
