I would sail the ocean’s seas just to find you all over again. Every hint. Every dismal disappointment and forgotten raincheck. There is no letting you go. Your clever ways and your kind remarks feel all too kismet nowadays.
I learn about myself through the sayings you used to give me. Through every broken heart and picking myself out of shit show over shit show… I would still choose you; if I could. If I could let go of the past and find you again, dotting my future like a war strategist or a major chess match you’d find more delectable. I wish it were for you. But instead I linger on in this fantasy. If only, we ever made it right and you could’ve had me.
I’m sorry we never got around to working out but today’s the day I approve of loving the memory of you. My lucky cat and your snappy dragon. I wish we could eat another shitty breakfast again.
