Us, Again

by Elle Maxwell

I do want to talk, but I want so much more than that. I want to know you, to re-learn every detail about you and find out all the things I’ve missed. I want to hold you, touch your skin, feel your hair. I want to be the guy who gets to hear your voice every night and wake up to your face every morning. I want … fuck, I want everything. I didn’t plan to throw all of this at you right now, but it’s the truth. I want to be … us again.”

I loved you so much back then I thought I would explode from it. But it doesn’t even compare to what I feel for you now.

I have a lot of regrets. But loving you has never—will never, could never—be one of them.