I still read all the love letters we sent.
I re live the day I realised I was in love with you.
I imagine what you’re doing now and if you are happy, or just pretending.
I was the best version of me I could ever be, when I was with you.
You will never know all of the ways you nurtured me.
Everything is normal again.
Life sometimes feels plain.
I might have direction if I was even on a path.
I know I am extraordinary, if I could only find that on my own.
You saw the best in me, and loved the worst of me.
I imagine meeting again. Except I will have more lines on my face and my body will have changed.
And you will still see the girl you met and fall in love again.