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We were in the future.

It felt like no other place.

I don’t know why you were here,

but I felt nothing�"

nothing but profound elation.

Seamless and without question,

we started over.

You had my full attention.

Your embrace felt like a return to home.

We lit each other up, 

we took each other's breath.

Unlocked and revived.

It’s like we were strangers again,

but we knew each other from another life.

That was my dream last night.

I’m trying to make sense of it.

We haven’t spoken since you left.

It's been almost four years.

I missed the good we did together.

I miss the way your lips felt on mine,

and feeling your shape.

You knew how to pull me in

and make me savor every second.

You were intoxicating.

I want you to be here,

so that I can show you how I've changed:

How I’ve changed my body.

How I’ve changed my lifestyle.

How I’ve become more driven.

How I’ve become more passionate.

I would thank you for leaving me.

I needed that time to discover myself,

to realize I was in no condition

to provide genuine love and trust,

to another person.

I would then want you to have me,

to take me in solace,

to experience what you should've deserved

when we crossed paths five years ago.

Another part of me wants to show you

how better my life is without you here.

You turned into a ghost after you left town.

You closed the door on me,

I should f*****g lock it shut.

I was a weak person,

but you weren’t flawless either.

You had qualities that I could not accept.

I felt disposable, at times.

I was an adjustable priority.

Sometimes, you’d go to house parties,

or drink with your roommates.

I’d choose to wait for you at home,

t didn’t want to be around

The “friends” you made here�"

people who live to be drunk

and pursue shallow aspirations.

I couldn’t�"still can’t�"see the appeal.

It’s like you were trying to escape.

I think you were trying to escape me.

Overall, I'm curious.

After all these years,

if you heard my name,

what would you think?

When I think of you,

I think of how I hurt you,

and how I wasn’t compassionate

and how you chose to stay with me�"

your hand on the door.

But, I also think of the

late nights at the beach,

our first date on the dock,

making out behind the work desk,

and hiking along the coast.

As time goes on,

I continue to reflect

on what we did,

and how we learned so much about ourselves

as we did about each other.

I don't expect to see you again,

maybe it’s for the best.

But your memory still persists,

manifesting as an apparition.

We are turning towards the further,

we have our own directions.

But I feel like I would have closure

if you were to witness my reinvention.