Do you wonder?
Sometimes I wonder where you are. Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing. And sometimes I wonder: do you wonder about me all of the things that I have wondered about you? Do you think about me?
Do you miss talking to me? Hearing my voice or seeing my smile? Do you miss the many times you made me speechless? I was so nervous around you. Do you miss knowing that you gave me butterflies?
Can you remember the sound of my voice? Can you hear me calling your name? Can you remember the feeling of your hand on mine or my lips on yours? Can you think about me without wondering ‘what if’?
In the middle of the night, have you wished that I was in your arms? Have you wished that I was there beside you? Have you ever wanted me there? Do you think about me at all? Do you miss me? Do you do any of this? … I do.
Do you remember when our families would tease us? When we would deny it all? Oh, the foolishness of a child! If I knew then that things were going to turn out like this, I would never have denied any of it.
I would have openly loved you every moment of every day and held you for as long as we both could bear it. I would have kissed you at every turn and glowed when your arms were around me. I would have ignored any childish embarrassment and shouted my love of you to the world.
Oh, the foolishness of a child! If I knew then that things would be this way, I would have tried harder to get you to stay. I would have dragged you away from that place that took you from me. If I had known that you would forever be a thousand miles away and I would never see you again, I would have begged you to stay.
I would have done a million things differently. The thing I regret the most, if I had known you were never coming back to me, I would have let my lips find solace against yours one last time ... I would have kissed you goodbye.
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