I had a dream last night. Not one of those dreams that I used to have, no, you were not a part of it. It's been a hard time, but I finally forgot you. Well, not really, because, you know, I'm still here writing about you. In fact, I'm still pretending I'm talking with you. I may be insane. I may not. I don't know. I don't know shit about anything anymore.
What I was trying to say is that I don't think about you in that way anymore. I can barely remember your beautiful smile or those nights at your apartment.
Your eyes.
Your eyes were amazing, that's true, but don't think that I still see them every time I close mine.
The only thing I still think about is the way you touched my ears when we were laying in bed. You really knew how to touch.
Your hands.
Your pretty fingers.
Well, I won't lie, I still wish I could hug you every morning. But you didn't want me to do it, so, that's it. Yesterday I received a message. It was from your sister.
"I can fuck you better than her."
She was right. But don't be mad, she won't ever have eyes like yours.