the day

I remember the day I met you.
I had just started my trade school, and I had just moved to another city,
 so therefore I saw a lot of new faces that day.
Funny like that, yours is the only one I can remember.

It's been over three years now and I don't know if I should forget you or keep the memories of you locked in my heart. Either one of those options doesn't seem like something I'd wanna do.
The memory of you haunts me in my sleep, and I hate that. I hate waking up next to my boyfriend after dreaming of you.

I ran up to you accidentally four months ago.
I wanted to hug you but something told me not to do that. Survival instinct, I guess.
To heal a wound you have to stop touching it.


- J