I found myself thinking about luke today. and yesterday. and the day before that. I remember four years ago the sweet, sad kiss. It was like burning our bridge from both ends and meeting in the middle with our lips.
I had forgotten how sweet and sad that moment was. How our double-sided, adulterous kiss had meant so much to me then. I wonder how he is doing. I wonder if everything he ever told me was a lie.
I remember all of the kisses now. I remember how very few we had, except in that weekend where we shared a bed with my ex-husband. And how we had onlya few moment, and a kiss. and i never wanted him to leave. I wanted to be with him then, and I would have left justin if he had asked me to, and I wouldn't have my beautiful youngest daughter if that had happened.
and i'm glad he never asked me to leave. Because I am more in love with my boyfriend than i ever thought I was with Luke. and i am so glad that he isn't around. But i did apologize for all the times i had cried and written to him. how i had wished he wanted me.
and i don't anymore. and it feels so damn good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXt56MB-3vc&ob=av2n