I wish I didn’t still think of you. I wish every date I didn’t go on, even good ones, didn’t end with me just wanting to get the hell of of there–it isn’t you, it isn’t us, the connection, the ease of us…I will never find it again.
I wish I didnt miss you pushing me against that wall, with my hands above my head, your hand around my two wrists as you kissed me. We had the best kisses. I could kiss you for hours.
I wish I could forget you.