The bench

Remember that bench we used to sit at? The one overlooking the street, with the massive angel wings behind us? We must’ve looked like weirdos to the people walking by but in that moment.. with you.. nothing else mattered to me, I was lost by your eyes.. the way you’d look straight into me I felt noticed, I felt loved.

Now I go there alone and for a while it brought me comfort, but now it hurts to even think about, I miss you, I try to tell myself I don’t and that with time I’ll be okay but how long until I do? Months have passed and my hands still begin to shake when I hear your name.. I wish I could forget that bench but that bench is the closest I’ll ever get to you.

- Anonymous