We all had our fair share of lost love and heart breaks. Do you still remember how it is to be young and in love? When nothing else can come between you and the person you love? First loves.
There are times when I think about us. Where there times how you envision what a perfect date would’ve been.
Rekindled romances…I don’t know if it will be meant to be. Would passion be the same as first? Would the spark of familiarity still ensue? . Will part of history still repeats itself?
So you search his/her name on Facebook. As you browse his/her profile.
What was left was an emptiness.
There were reasons why I didn’t hear from you, of course the timing wasn’t right, we had to pursue our dreams. You have to own your responsibilities.
If only we were meant to be.
The recurring dream I have was that of you being on the end of the aisle waiting for your bride. Her face glowed as she looked at her dashing groom. When you kissed a part of me wish I was her.
I remembered how you always love to have kids.
You may have a kid or two by now. They will have the same bright eyes and your smile. I wish they were mines.