“Forever.” You told me.
You were my first love
But we drifted apart
I started to wonder if “forever” wasn’t our thing anymore.
We talked again
We didn’t talk for a few months
You texted me.
We always pick up things as if they’re the same as they used to be.
But then we stop things, again.
It goes on and on and on...
We do this everytime.
Maybe it is forever?
This isn’t the “forever” I wanted.
I wanted my forever to be you and I.
Seems our forever might mean...
Flirting for a few days every so often
Not speaking for a few weeks
then back and fourth.
I miss you.