My eyes were the first to forget. The face I once cradled so tenderly in my hands, now a blur.
And your voice is slowly drifting from my memory like a fading polaroid. But the way I felt is still crystal clear.
Like it was yesterday.

There are philosophers who remain adamant the past, present and future all exist at the same time.
And the way I have felt, the way i feel - that same bittersweet ache between wanting and having - is evidence of their theory.
I felt you before I knew you and I still feel you now.
And in that brief moment between - wrapped in your arms thinking,
how lucky i am, how lucky i am, how lucky i am-

how lucky i was.


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