Endless

As it turns out, I try so hard to believe that parting is also a form of love.
I loved you, who have changed, even if you were set on being apart.
Moments I spent with you were like a dream, written as one page in my indistinct memory that sometimes surface up.
And when it does, I remember you.

I was afraid of our hands not fitting each other anymore, of your warmth that slowly dissapeared, and most of all, I was afraid not of our silence, but of losing your warmth.

And
as you didn't wish for my silence, it concluded it all.^[1]