The scars that each of us has. The you, the me, the left marks and perfume on my skin. The you, who poured his love or perhaps just the infatuation, on my sun kissed skin. The me, who longed for it.
The me who touched your heart and body to feel more than it had ever felt before.
The you, who longed for it. The nirvana or just another world that you gave me.
It is sad when people walk away, because you think of the whys, of the could haves, of the past, of the smiles, of the laughs, of the tough times. What they gave, and what they poured out of their soulds and minds to the other.
The you …well… Your eyes are tired.
The me, I am long gone.
A simple “hello” can start everything. The you. The me.