I think that I imagined us too fast.
I think that I thought of our everyday texts and what I would say down to every.last.word.
I contemplated about our fights those conversations would lead to,
Before these talks ever happened.
I dreamed of long summer nights together,holding hands,kissing your lips,putting my fingers through your hair.
Even though summer was months away from then.almost half a year.
I have spent weeks worrying
over things that hadn’t happened yet. Things that have happened.
Just like every time before, I just
keep pushing forward and I left you behind. I seem to do that a lot. I try not to but I can't help it. But
I guess I'm a bit too late to go back looking for you all the way back there.
I was hoping to see you on the sidewalk with your arms out wide, like you were many times before with your eyes on me and the butterflies starting a storm in my stomach as I got closer.
But you've been found up by someone else,someone who doesn't not look back,
before I even thought about turning around.
