Its all very clear. Every single moment, every single word, every single kiss and every single touch. No matter how many days or years pass, it always feels like yesterday. The long talks, the meaningless fights, the crazy make ups after the serious ones, the surprises, the coffee, the routine and the wait. The never ending wait. Every single thing remains so fresh. For me that is.
No matter how much I love someone, at the end of the day I know it all. I'm easily replaceable. I'm just an old concept, an option maybe. I am just a vague lover, with prominent reminders. I'm just a premature idea, that can never develop. I'm a buried thought, only to be a reminiscence once in a while. I'm the love that once was but can never be now. I know it all.
I also know that the love will remain. Until someone else comes along. That's the hope I was counting on. But do I want it that way?
Tune for the day: I'd love you to want me - LOBO