For now, it doesn’t matter how often or how truthfully I claim to be moved on from what we shared. It doesn’t matter because, maybe forever, you are who is in my mind for every love poem I read. It doesn’t matter if it’s about how good love feels, how painful it is when it ends, how destructive it is when it breaks, how gentle it is when it’s with you. Your face and your hands and your smile and your body will never leave my mind no matter how far away from love we may move.
