I want to remember you with the passion we shared, maybe we were just craving to be touched, to be held, but I know that I truly cared.

I want to remember the way you tease just to make me smile, or the way you’d stare from across the room, holding my gaze for a while.

We’ve come a long way, we’ve become much stronger. But I can’t pretend not to feel anything for you much longer.

I want to remember how we make each other laugh- full bellied- without warning… You can write “at least she tried” on my epitaph.

I want to remember the past 50 years when we are old and gray, having held your hand up the hills and down along the whole way.

I must have been just another girl, just another fling… for you to tell me that I don’t mean a thing.

You must have been my imagination, just another fantasy… for me to believe there could’ve been pure ecstasy.

Yet I can’t pretend not to feel this love that has rooted in my core. Yes! I want the friendship, but it doesn’t end there… I want more.

We’ve come a long way, we’ve become much stronger. But I can’t pretend not to feel anything for you much longer.