"Do you think about me the way I think about you
When it’s 3am and I can’t sleep
because all I can think about
is the way you kissed me that afternoon
With soft lips and hands pressed firmly on my waist
When it’s early morning
and I’m making coffee,
and I think about the first time
you stayed over all night and
how much caffeine we drank just to stay awake
and talk about our futures, we seemed unstoppable.
And I use to hope that our dreams would collide,
I was so naive to believe such different paths
could ever cross again
Do you think about me when you pass the park
where you first said I love you,
because I know I do.
Some days I visit to see if it’s changed
the same way that me and you did.
It hasn’t.
I feel like crying all the time
because everything I do reminds me of you,
and my chest aches and my stomach feels weak.
And here I am screaming to the sky,
wishing to become one with the wind
because I don’t think I can deal
with the memory of you any longer"
For-longed memories: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)