It's 2:40 in the morning and I'm sitting here thinking of you.
Your hair, your smell, the way your knees clicked every time you knelt down to brush a kiss on my lips.
I miss you so much. It was only three months of my life, but you changed everything. You reached into the deep dark corners of me and found the dirty shame I hid inside. You showed me it was okay. You wiped off the shame. You threw away the stigma. You made me proud of who I am.
I told my parents about you. That's right. I even told my religious parents about this crazy beautiful girl that I couldn't stop dreaming about.
It was only three months and now you're gone.
Why did you have to leave like that? You didn't give me time to get angry or sad. You didn't let me feel betrayed or hurt. You didn't give me time to feel anything.
One second I'm holding and kissing you, the next I'm reaching out to catch a final glimpse of your beautiful red hair before you disappear into that car forever.
Now I sit at home watching Youtube just trying not to think, not to remember, not to call.
I know you have a new life. A life that is better for you. I know I should be happy, and I know I shouldn't call.
But it's 2:45 in the morning and I'm sitting here thinking of you.
