• shoobie 5w

    From time to time

    Isn't it strange to think that you were yourself, untouched before I knew you? Then we were inseparable. Now we sit inside ourselves, once again.

    Before I met you, you were clean shaven. On our first date you sported a moustache. It pricked my skin when you kissed me. I can still feel the burn on my neck.

    I don't know much about the rest of the person you were before I met you.
    And the person I knew doesn't exist anymore.

    I shrugged, pushing it down down down the lanes in my mind.

    Then it blasted open when I saw a picture of you on Christmas Day with a clean shaven face like the one you used to have before I met you.

    Because that's it isn't it?

    Life goes on.
    And we get mad when we don't go with it.