I thought about us today.
The "us" that used to be.
I thought about
your phone calls.
I thought about those few kisses,
those wonderful hugs,
those gentle hands.
And I wondered...
What made us, "us"?
What was so important to me?
To you?
Why did I let you consume me?
Why did I let you control me?
Not the control that some may assume,
but the control of my heart?
Oh my, you're going down memory lane again. Ay Stelliano, my friend, what I would do to take your pain away.
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