A time that I miss desperately. A time that I wish I could somehow get back to. A time when I was me and you were you and we didn’t know anyone outside of each other. Long walks and deep stares from across the fire. Constantly on my mind. Our last words were so empty and dead. A story that will forever remain unfinished. It’s hard to let go of these things. It’s hard to let go of you and what we may or may not have had. At times I feel as though I’ve dreamt it all and that you never actually existed.