Busy days - means I won't think of you. And with my thoughts full of distractions of, new people, new job, new beginnings, venturous nights, blissful music and pretty views. My heart is calm. Then I see you. Your blue eyes, your sweet sweet blue eyes. Your soft voice and gentle heart. The way you cross your arms, tuck your hands in your jean pockets and Your dirty jean jacket. tiki room ballcap, the way you pull back your hair, the way you get nervous when we catch eyes, your smile when I say hello. It brings me back all over again. And I miss you more than I ever thought was... possible.
how I thought I moved on... But to be honest - I don't think I ever will.
And to be honest. I don't mind. What's wrong with knowing my heart was stolen from a gentleman like him? I'm blessed to have fallen for such a man. I was blessed to have the opportunity to love and to be loved in return.
I miss him. Especially more so, when he smiles at me.
