The Old Times

From time to time I love thinking about the past. I love to remember how we would make each other smile. How we always had so much to talk about.

From time to time I love just to think about you, to remember how your body looked next to mine, how your lips would be so soft every time we kissed. How you would hold your breath when I would touch your body so gently as it was so fragile.

From time to time I can't denied that I still wish you were next to me, that I was able to kiss you, hold you while you sleep by my side, to be able to wake up every morning and see your beautiful face as the sunlight comes into the room and to be able to go to bed and feel the warmth between each other at the end of every day.

I hope you think of me like I think of you, I hope you remember me as I remember you every day.

I love you and I always will...