I wish for your lips to utter my name just one more time, the one only you used to call me.

Like the time we huddled together on the beach,watching the waves make love to the sand, I wish you would hug me tighter.As the wind waltz about my face, you would brush aside the strands of hair that went astray,and plant the lightest kiss on my forehead. I wish we had one more evening like that.

I wish we would wrestle again, that you would pin me down and command me to give up. And that we will emerge laughing, after my grave attempts at pulling out your hair and scratching you with my nails. 

Do you remember our first kiss? It wasn’t the Prince-Charming-wakes-up-sleeping-beauty-kinda one. Neither was it something straight out of a Nicholas Sparks novel. Though just a peck on the cheek, it was just perfect; unexpected and unreal. And I’ll cherish it for a lifetime.

Can you believe how young and carefree we used to be once? We were barely two teenagers that would jump in the puddle on the road and splash each other. Even when the entire world was against us, we stood by each other’s side, and honestly believed that nothing or no one could come between us. Until the day we grew up.

I wish we could turn back time, and complete the conversations that were left halfway. Say the words that we could never utter. Write those letters again. Open the doors that were barred shut. Break those silences that broke us, with a million kisses. Just hug each other and let the tears flow. Forgive each other.

Above all, I wish you would tell me that you love me. Cause, like our favorite song from a zillion years ago said, we’re not broken just bend, till we can learn to love again.

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