The main problem was how good the memories were.

That I could tell our story a thousand times,

I could write about it,

I could even sing it.

I could tell the whole world how we met,

And never get bored.

The problem was that we never really fought,

That your breath was fresh,

And your hand was firm.

That no matter how many days went by,

I still remember how good you kissed.

 

I felt something so strong for you…

I’d like to call it

love.