Sometimes I wonder; about a lot of things, really. Where would we be now if things went better? I wonder if you’d still kiss my like you used to or if our love would’ve eventually calmed. I’d like to imagine us living together in the middle of a big city, never needing a car to get around. We’d have two cats and one goldfish and treat them like our own babies. Sometimes I wonder why we let things end the way it did and why I am still not over it. I can’t figure out why I let you get so close to me, especially when I knew I’d end up broken in the end, like usual. My days and nights are still filled with thoughts of you and how things used to be, but most of all, I wonder if you ever wonder about me too.

 

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