About Us
When I think about us,
I'm reminded of all our shared glances and grins.
When I think about us,
I'm transported back to the banter filled moments we shared on your couch and in the hallways.
When I think about us,
I'm etched in the moments we spent in nature, hands covered in dirt.
When I think about us,
I'm teleported to the trysts and nights our souls spent holding each other.
When I think about us,
I feel how difficult it was to say goodbye that crisp September morning.
When I think about us,
I recall the moment you corrupted our connection, even though you were 9,000 miles away.
When I think about us,
All I feel is anguish, an unfathomable grief, profound desolation, and boundless sorrow.
When I think about us,
I'm consumed by soul-deep torment, a debilitating heartache, and a paralyzing pain that brings restlessness.
When I think about us,
It's hard to envision any sort of ending or any sort of progress.
When I think about us,
I'm blinded by it all - the intense emotion, the hurt, and the yearning I still have for an us.
When I think about us,
I really wish I didn't think about us.
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