La petite mort.

I would give anything to be 17 again just for a night with you. I miss feeling as if time stood still. I miss your nervous hands against my waistline pulling me close to you. I miss the heat of your mouth whispering confessions into my hair and neck. 

I miss this version of you. 

I miss this version of me. 

I want to stop time again. I don’t understand why we ever had to erase each other from the other’s life. This life is too short to not be happy and blissed out of our brains with simple contentment. It’s not fair. At least when I’m sleeping you’re there and I can relive it all… the worst part is waking up.

40.

Happy Birthday.

There’s no other way for me to wish you all the happiness and health I ever wanted for you.

If you know me at all, you should know that there’s so much more I could say to you… but those are words I keep bottled up behind the wall I’ve built around my heart.

So, Happy Birthday… I hope 40 brings you answers to all your questions, pulls you close and whispers the meaning of your life into your ear and guides you to where you want to be or at least sets you on the right path.

Now it’s your turn. You’ve found me before and if you wanted to? You would do it again.