If there's anything that truly strikes the heart like a barbed arrow, it's a dream of an old love. Reaching out to touch and hold the warmth of their hand, trace the shape of their face. The familiar eyes that can never leave your thoughts no matter how much time has passed. You would give anything to hear their voice just once more. You would give anything to bridge the distance between you and them. You feel empty without their presence in your life and you feel so full, painfully close to bursting when their near. I wish I knew if this was love and not just another dream.
If there was anything I would wish for, it's to say sorry. I'm sorry for the angry words that I cannot remember throwing at you, but the emotion you felt when I was too angry to just sit back and calm down. I wish I had been breathless when I said those words. I wish I didn't have the amount of air in my lungs to propel those words from my lips. My heart was on fire, full of bitterness and rage. But I don't think it was you that was the target of my anger. It was myself.
I was too weak and fell for you easily. I was too weak to walk away when I felt there was someone better for you out there. I was too weak to find out how you really felt about me and find the strength to keep you close. Although I tried... Even now, this weakness, this fear has me in its grip.
I want to hear your quiet voice, your laughter, your patience to my curiosity. I miss those days. I miss the younger, more foolish me. I miss you. I miss us.
Is it still too late to apologize for our silence? Is it too late to apologize for my mistakes? I wish you would speak to me. No matter how cruel or how kind your words will be. I will wait for an answer.