As I walk these old roads that we crossed, hand in hand, I remember looking into your eyes and envisioning a life together. As these roads are dressed in lights like a wedding trousseau, I remember how the street lights reflected in your eyes, and stolen kisses during those late night walks around coffee shops.
You hated PDA, I am sure you still do, but I love holding hands and you held my hand, and I know you were warming up to the idea because you cared, in its most purest form, without any strings attached; without any future dreams, you held my hand because you gave a damn about what I felt. And that, that meant something to me.
I still remember looking over to the other side while you were driving and resting my hand on your neck, my way of showing affection in the most simple of ways used to annoy you and the way your skin got use to my touch, they got used to the way I'm very physical and loving in the most simplest of ways.
I never imagined or even hoped a future together with you, we are round pegs and square holes, and nothing can ever change that. But in this cosmic world, we danced together. We created memories that burned our souls brighter than ever.
We dared to take a shot at the impossible. We dared to be together knowing that this has no happy ending.
But the memories, oh how they taste so bittersweet in my tongue. Like beautifully aged wine and a hint of dark chocolate.
And oh mon amour, how I miss you tonight.