Sometimes
Sometimes, I wonder about you. I sometimes relive those moments in which everything made perfect sense. Those split-second times that you'd look into my eyes; actually look at me, and I could see your eyes. They're so small, those moments when our eyes met. The amount of peace I felt, however, was so vast. Maybe it's not about how much you can embrace, but how much you can hold at the very palm of your hand. I held you so close, always. Sometimes, I wonder about you. Did you ever really hold on to any of our moments? Did time ever stop for you? Did I ever make sense to you? I sometimes try with all my heart to accept that perhaps I just loved you with my heart, and you tried with your mind. Always, though, always know that I will not let go of any of it. Thank you for the smallest of memories that I can keep within me, and for the largest of meaning behind them. From the bottom of this broken, torn, melted and childish heart, I love you.