Lets end this here maybe 🙄... but Im okay though 😊😊

Afterall, I will never forget 😊
You are someone else’s to write about now. Not that you were ever mine, or that you’ll ever belong to anyone, you are anything but a cliche. Nevertheless, I hope he does your essence justice. I have nothing left to compare you to, these next few sentences will be my last. There was nothing like that warmth that lit up my insides, so easily elicited by the sound of your voice. There was nothing like the incessant ache for someone so unobtainable, in all respects. For my own sake, I hope I never experience that particular ache again. There is nothing more satisfying than finally finishing a piece of writing and feeling truly and wholeheartedly done, like reading the last haunting lines your favorite book.

Though, like all of my favorites, it is inevitable that I will come back to you, even in a memory, even in a dream. I will look back as I flip through our pages and feel that comfort you once provided me from one thousand miles away, even if it is for just as long as it takes my fingers to reach the bind. I’ve said it one too many times and I’ll say it once more: you were the first day of spring after an eternal winter.