I don’t know if I can forgive or forget. I fell in love with you despite your awkwardness.
Like the hug you gave me from behind in the kitchen, it scared the crap out of me to have some one sneak up behind me to hug me. But you did it because you were grateful that I was with you and held your hand in your moment of need.
Now many years have passed since you last held me on the corner of that pier and I haven’t let another being hold me since.
You’re so far away and it isn’t far enough, I still feel you around me.
I need to feel and breathe again, but will I wait for you or seek that warm embrace from someone else?