I owe myself the biggest apology for putting up with what I didn’t deserve.

I thought about kissing you today and yesterday and the day before that.  I know I’ll think about kissing you tomorrow and the day after that and some more days after those days. I think about kissing you slowly and tracing my fingers along your lips. I think about kissing you in the car, in the rain, on your doorstep. I think about kissing your dimple, your cheek, your spot. I think about kissing only you, not just anyone else,  just you.

“Loving you was like going to war, I never came back the same.”