One night I was travelling

I got a lift home, that's rare for me usually. So I was at the back, looking up at the sky and saw a few stars.
Somehow the thought that came to my mind was
"I wanna make love to the stars" and then I thought how romantic and beautiful it sounds, and then I thought "Let's make love to the stars"..?
Yep someone did come to my mind with that thought, but they seems like a myth.
A memory.
Emotions.
Not the person, but that moment.
I hope it's not something that I've read somewhere that suddenly popped into mind but something that's from me.

It never mattered.

It doesn’t,

it didn’t carry the same weight for both of us.

For you, it’s nothing but an almost daily requirement but for me it was special. For a person of habit, it’s nothing.

Wish we could dine and talk, spend the dawn of New Year together, count down and light spark sticks on a roof top, go to a park, to the beach, to that square, lie down together, watch the stars, the clouds.

I wish you would talk to me about your feelings more.. I asked but you didn’t understand.

The reality

Is it wrong?

Days flit by

Haunting memories

I miss breathing near your neck

I miss you adjusting my hair

I miss touching your face

I miss looking down in to your face

How foolish of me.

Undeniable emotional intensity

To be broken again and again by recurring memories.

In the saddest way

Everything I thought I am, I would feel

Turned out to not be mine

Shattered expectations

The only remedy I see is to flee and erase.