I LOVE YOU!
I ask myself, would you remember the way that I said it? The towers in pitch, softness in voice, my eyes looking to yours – as if ready to kiss you at any moment.
Because I ask myself if I remember the way you say it, or the smell of your hair in the summer wind… And no, I don’t, actually. I can’t remember. It’s beyond me.
It’s been much too long. And I want you here with me.
