Dating : When I Write About You

When I write about you I feel like I could almost touch you. I breathe in your smell through the words as they come out of my fingers typing on this keyboard. I can feel your warm love all around me. The distance suddenly becomes an illusion of time and space, that I pretend not to care about it. I write on this blank word document: please, please I just need you one more minute. One more year. One more life. I will wait and I will always stay. And I want you back like I never wanted before. And I want to make it all new. The lovemaking, the places, the pain. And I want to be conscious of how much I want you. I do not care about your stupid friends and I do not care about all this drama I tend to make. As I said, I want it all to be new again. The first kiss, the first sex, the first ice cream shared, and the first meal. I do not want any more screaming, misunderstanding, but I want the mistakes. I miss them. I wanna make those mistakes with you. Change my mind. Make me change. Take me to that party with you. I want to feel the butterflies and the moths all over again in a new way. In a way where I am more relaxed and you are less negative. In a way where I can dance with no shoes on and you can dance along with me. You never danced before, but now you will. And we will dance the night away. We will drink beer, smoke weed, and be the youngsters we should have been. I am so sorry for everything we did not live. But now, as I write about you I can pretend that we have one more chance. I know I need to say goodbye and let go of all of this.

I just need to write about you one more time.