"Just because I moved on doesn't mean 

I won't be here if you change your mind."

x

Maybe it was real love. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was just a pure school-girl crush or maybe not. Infatuation? Puppy love? Obsession? I don't know which. All I know is that it was somewhere in between. I could never describe this feeling. Loneliness maybe. A terrible case of longing. Yes, that could be it. Maybe. 

I know I would regret this someday -- that I did not call her and I would regret it big time. I terribly miss her. Her face. Oh God it's so beautiful. I want to touch her. Hold her. Feel her body pressed to mine. I want to feel her heat, her presence. I want to see her smile and her dimples on her cheek. I want to tuck her hair on her ear. I want to hold her hands, feel that sensation when our fingers intertwined. I want to place my hand on her waist, look into her eyes, into her soul. And if I'm lucky, maybe I could get a kiss and then some.

Knowing that she's here, that she's just a couple of miles away. Maybe a less than an hour drive from where I live and I could not pucker up the courage to ask how she's been, how long she'll be staying or if I could see her. Yes, I will regret this because someday she'll be in another continent and it would be much more impossible to see her. Just a glimpse, is all I ask. Is that even too much?

All I'm asking is to see you smile at me again and then I'll be whole. And then maybe, just maybe my longing for you will subside.