I held you
like I wouldn’t get the chance again. Let’s be honest, I may not.
I had forgotten what it feels like
to have you in my arms.
I’ve forgotten your warmth,
that your hair smells of strawberries.
I kissed you as you slept,
knowing I might not be able to do this again for weeks.
I’m not sure what I’m doing,
I’m not sure if it matters anymore.
You know I love you,
and I don’t care
if I never end up with you.
This is enough for me.
– I’m okay on my own, as long as you’re by my side some of the time.