Sometimes I catch a whiff of perfection. I think of how I used to inhale your sweatshirt, awkward yet so enjoyable. I remember the way you used to hold me, arms that promised to never let go. Damn that thought reeks like loneliness. But still I miss you. And I'm constantly brought back to the image of us wrapped up in blankets watching movies, and you making me laugh. I think about how you promised to cook for me but you also promised a lot of things you didn't follow through on. Now you're back In my life and I'm lost. I want you more than ever, but somethings holding me back. Maybe the fear of being rejected again? Not sure. All I know is that, Some stories end with a smile, ours just happened to be broken.
