I understand that at some point, I must let you go

but I find myself lost in the memories of us, the moments you would hold me close, kissing on my neck and telling me everything will be okay

and I still hope that maybe I’ll experience us once more, that maybe I will be able to find closure within your presence and be able to feel your lips on every inch of my body one last time

and I am aware that I won’t get that chance, that I’m not the person you dream of yourself with, but I can’t help but hope that maybe I am wrong