I’ve always believed that people leave an indelible mark on our soul. An imprint that can’t be erased.
I don’t chase anyone anymore. Wanna walk out of my life, there’s the door. Hell, I’ll even hold it for you.
I still think about her, because I spent so long imagining going down that path with you. Imagining what it would be like to wake up in a bed next to you. To sit around, just the two of us having a cup of coffee, reading the paper. And then finally, I had it. I’ve seen what the two of us together looks like, and it’s beautiful.