You know, sometimes I wish I’d known it’d be our last time. Our last kiss, our last touch, our last conversation. I wish I’d known because I would have paid attention to the details. The way you tilted my chin up with your hand before your lips brushed mine, the way your gentle hands caressed my skin, the way you smiled whenever I tried to make you laugh, even though what I said wasn’t remotely funny. But I didn’t. I didn’t pay attention. Because how was I to know it was the last time, that there wouldn’t be one to follow? All I see when I try to remember are your ghosts that still haunt me - but one day they’ll eventually leave me too. You turn into more of a stranger with every passing day.
evening thoughts #41 now it’s too late to pay attention n.j (via ninasdrafts)
