/you were ephemeral and never meant to last but whatever memories i have of that little moment spent with you serves as a poignant reminder that perhaps i wasn't good enough. i don't know if it's mere sadness or regret, but whatever hollow feeling that fills my stomach these days comes in waves, and i am barely lucid when i think of you. as much of a hopeless romantic as i am, i've never liked saying 'i miss you', but i do. i do miss you and i hate that you never did give me a chance. i may never see you again and will probably never even have the chance of brushing your hand in passing and suddenly it feels all so far. these stones are weighing me down and i want to shake them off, trust me, i do. i'm barely coherent and my thoughts are a swirled up mess of emotions but i think all i want is one more chance, and that would be enough. you came into my life and hit the exit button way too soon, without any warning, without any form of reason, and instead you made it seem like you would be back. but i waited and now the memory is lodged so deeply in and i want it out yet i'm clinging on desperately to it because it's the only one thing that proves you were not a figment of my imagination./
