A thought a day.

I know I’m not the last person you kissed either so I don’t know why I feel so guilty. Maybe because no matter how many other lips touch mine the quantity can’t ever equate to the quality of that first moment you gave me the tender touch I would always crave. Our nerve endings connecting making us one organism, intertwined, connected in frequencies. I think of you frequently. I hope you do the same. I hope every moment you get alone you think of the moments we had alone, before the suspicion, the judgement, the unanswered questions. Answer to me why you still haven’t left my heart or my mind. Your scent hasn’t left my receptors, they are full of your essence. Riddle me why what we were was such a riddle to never be solved, tell me you’ll come back. Even if just for a conversation, tell me you’ll look in my eyes straightforward and say hey. A simple greeting, greet my soul with your good intentions, tell your logic, and your fast pace life style that doesn’t leave room for love that it was wrong all along. Realize I was there all along, longing for you…