I can still feel the warmth of your hands when you hold me tight. My soul was in need of your sweet conversation. My day dreams were enlighten by your presence. My heart sailed on the desires of your message. My days spent reaching for the countenance of your face and seeing your smile in every ray of sun. In the back of my mind, I still think of you as the chosen one. The height of our love bled into all of my new romances like black ink on thin notebook paper. You are the correct key to my pitch. After years of thoughts and reflecting you still aren’t mine. Our fire stoked by the silence of fleeing time. We sat on the bench watching the ducks go by. Wondering if we’d ever embrace again…
Sincerely, A former lover and a trusted friend
-Esha
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