02 - Summer days

I had to think of you.

I suppose things were a lot in my own mind, nevertheless I think there was something between you and me, how small and or fragile it might have been. I regret choices I made that drove you far away from my arms. And I can pretend that I don't care, try to hide from it, maybe even try to give it a place. There are days when I don't think of you at all, days in which I am fine.

But then certain songs are played and they take me back to when I held you in my arms. Where the little time that you and I had was ours, where my hands blended into your hips, your arms into my neck, where our bellies locked into each other and our souls peeked at each other from behind their own corners.

The irony in all of our dances is that my heart is both perfectly made for it and ill fitted at the same time. I put my heart in our moment and I left a piece behind that is impossible to retrieve again, but is connected with me throughout time. Our dance has been like a summer crush that I could have never taken home with me. And the dance floor is like the place I want to return to every summer, knowing I will not find us there anymore. And even though I would find other moments, somewhere between the present and the past which was for a moment ours, I would have loved to reconnect to us.

It's been months since we talked and I probably don't cross your mind at all. But I carry you with me, without me wanting it.

Thank you for sharing a piece of your heart, no matter how small it might have been.

I wish you all the best