Our bodies have memories.
Your hands remember the touch of my body, my hands remember your face. Yours lips can trace mine in that everlasting kiss.
I don't want to let go. I rather live in this moment where you are here, holding me, kissing me, making me feel loved. The moment I have been dreaming off since the last day I saw you, what seems like a hundred weeks ago.
I know it can't last forever and I know I won't see you again, but for now I want to hold on to this moment and not let go. Not ever and not now.
Our bodies have memories. So come back.
Kiss me like you do, hold me like you never want to let me go. Hold me with your strong hands. Trace me with your lips.
I want to talk to you and I want to kiss you. I want to walk the street by your side, holding you like you are mine. Like once we did, because we belonged to each other and everybody had to see.
