when i’m upset my hands go to my scalp and i run my fingers through my hair to remind me of the night you did the same as i cried in your arms but i end up picking scratching bleeding because the only thing i’ve learned from love is pain
I bumped into an old love yesterday. Extremely random. We didn’t end on bad terms, we just grew apart. We weren’t even intimate, we were way too young at the time lol. We walked passed each other and I knew that face looked familiar, by the time I turned around he was already walking back towards me, laughing with his arms wide open. He’s changed soooooo much. I was blown away. I’m so proud of him. Even the way he stands is different. He’s a man now. He couldn’t get over how much I changed either.. ahh lmao we were so geeky when we were younger wdf man.
He said something that stuck with me, during that time, we didn’t realise how much our connection would impact our lives. He told me that I inspired him and he reminded me of a few conversations we used to have and how we’ve both stuck to goals up to today etc. He used to have the craziest ideas, he inspired me to always think outside of the box and to not fear my truth or ideas. He gave me confidence man.
It’s crazy to think, how lead by influence we truly are. It had me thinking, how much of my thoughts are uniquely mine?? or which ones originally stemmed from past encounters??
Anyway, I’m not allowing him to slip through my fingers, he’s a great person. Definitely gonna keep in touch. I love shit like that.
i still remember the way your skin felt against mine; soft but still rough. remember how my pale skin was the perfect contrast to your tanned one.
i remember the way you used to lightly trace my face with your fingertips, never applying to much pressure as if you were too scared of hurting me.
i remember how soft your hair felt and how it annoyed you when i constantly ran my fingers through it, even if you had just styled it.
i remember your voice, still. it was deep and smooth, always calming me when i was feeling anxious or sad. it is, to this day, my favourite sound.
i remember the colour of your eyes and how it still resembles my favourite chocolate. remember, how i got lost in them the first time i ever spoke to you, and how it changed my outlook on brown eyes that i always found boring and not the least special.
i wonder for how much longer i will remember all these little things.
i wonder when skin will become just skin again,
when your touch will become just one of many i’ve felt in my life.
wonder, when the softness of your hair will be long forgotten,
when your voice will turn into just another sound,
and your brown eyes will resemble just another pair of boring, brown eyes.
i wonder if i’ll ever forget and if i do, just know that it was not on purpose. if i could keep remembering them accurately for the rest of my life, then i would.
e.s. // all the little things about you that i wish i could remember forever.
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