One More Time

If we were to meet again, my heart would skip a beat at the sight of your face. I would know it was you by the blue of your eyes, the crookedness of your smile, and the scars I so deeply inflicted.

If we were to meet again, I would hope you would embrace me like we did so many times before. I wouldn’t deserve the warmth of your skin next to mine, but I could only hope for one last reminder.

If we were to meet again, I would tell you how my life had changed since we parted ways. And oh, how it was so much better without you in it.