My sweet Justin,
Tug and pull. Torn apart, maybe there isn’t any hope left. I keep kidding myself, thinking I can get through this. I’m holding onto a ghost, but maybe it’s time to let go. You really aren’t good for me – I know this.
I am holding onto the way you make me smile. How I can never resist those blue eyes. You give me the softest kisses. You’re such a smart man with a wonderful sense of humor to match. You show me a side of yourself that’s young and care-free. You opened up about your past relationship - a bitter-sweet past. I can see how much it still hurts you. How you’re still troubled by how things ended with her. I can tell you truly loved her. And I’m left feeling jealous of a woman that’s long gone.
Memories, memories, oh memories.
Staying up late, wearing your T shirt to sleep. Having you in my arms, being in your arms. sharing a bed. Soft whispers, conversations in the a.m. The laughs, the emotional rush.
I look at you in awes.
This is how I want to remember you as.
