Forgetting

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

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But I do not want to forget

As painful as thinking about the way that your voice changes when you smile is, I do not want to forget those small pieces of yourself that you chose to share with me.
Every secret, every concern, every hope and dream you entrusted into my heart and I promised to keep it safe forever so why would I want to forget it now?

I’d rather hide my pain than not remember what we had or what we dreamed of having together.

You will never truly understand the way that you touched my life, the way that I feel myself fill with warmth when I hear your voice, the way that everything is suddenly better just because of you.

Thoughts of you and of us keep me up at night but I still find myself looking forward to the private time I can share with the memory of you. Even though it breaks my heart just a little more everyday I still hope that maybe one day you will see me the way that I see you.

The things that float around my head constantly threatening to burst out like fearing to tell you how I feel in case I drive you even further away. Forced to be content with being your friend and to love you from the sidelines when all I want is to kiss your lips and stand beside you.

I hope this never fades. I hope I never forget because you’re worth remembering. The type of love I feel for you is like hoarding the last piece of chocolate, scared to finish it because you don’t know when you’ll get more.

So I’ll kiss your lips in dreams, watch you from a distance, secretly mesmerize over you constantly and hope that I’ll be able to call you mine again one day.

because to have you as a friend is better than not having you at all…

right? 💔