I wish to listen to the moments in between your heartbeats. I want to be able to count the birthmarks on your body and run my hands through your hair. The ghost of your hand is still running over the curves of my body and i've spent countless nights wondering where you are. You're probably sitting in a park now, getting so high that you can't even remember your own name or how to get home. You used to do that sometimes. I don't know what you were trying to forget. Are you trying to forget me or the girl who played with your heart? Are you trying to forget those stained days on your memory where you told me you loved me? You never understood the term "forever" but i can still remember you whispering in my ear "i'll love you forever, no matter what happens with you, in these tough months, i'm here for you, I promise".
-"you were never good at keeping promises"
