There’s not a day that goes by without me imagining your handsome face, aging with grace. I imagine the wrinkles by your eyes growing deeper, marking the ever childlike smile you had, and the stubbles on your cheeks long needing of a shave, but let’s face it, you looked dashing with them.
I would’ve woken you up today, with a big grin on my face, hoping to plant a garden upon your skin. But you would’ve also beaten me to it. I never could wake up to gaze at your face in serenity like you always do to me. It’s quite unfair, you know? I want you back.
Sleeping beside me again.
I would tell you to never leave me.
And you would promise me that there’s not a chance for you to ever think about leaving.