Reminiscing

Sometimes I hate that I loved you. If I hadn't, I wouldn't miss you like I do. I wouldn't dream & reminisce about kissing you. I wouldn't fell this pain that I feel. It's becoming harder & harder to deal with this. Your kiss & your touch are just part of the list of the stuff that I miss. Oh how I wish we could go back. Back before all the BS and other mess. Remember staying up watching Kevin Hart saying "Say it with your chest"? Remember after sex we'd tell each other "You are the best"? Remember when we said we'd always be there for one another? Or maybe that was just another lie that we told each other. Remember all the good times we had? When did it go bad? Why did we ever call it quits? You know what, don't mind me I'm on some emotional shit. I'll be alright in a bit. -L' Mo