You were always my part one:

8/11/11 11:40 pm

I saw you for the first time in maybe a year, or two. My chest is tight, my spit hard to swallow. This gut feeling that I have, this urge to stand as close to you as possible, it's frightening.
No, it's invigorating.

I thought I had buried every piece of you, but you keep digging up. Our history was bound to catch up with us someday. Clean water rinsing down the emptiness to my stomach. I feel your shaking, clammy hands.

Six whole years and you never forgot me. Six whole years and your kisses still feel the same, I thought I had forgotten, but it all came rushing back. Now it falls all around me, I want to faint and collapse on the bed. I want to cry, I want to hold you. I want to say yes to everything that comes out of your mouth.

I see your scars, all in one, none of them get passed my study. I hold some scars too, one of them is you. I feel your sickness, sadness, and your loneliness in this very moment...
And it kills me that I can’t chase away your fear, and fill your entire life with my love.

I can’t mend that broken feeling.
I can’t be a solution to a friend.
I can’t be the balance beam in the end.
But one thing I can do, I can always remember you.