Thinking of YouIt’s kind of hard to be me and walk around like I didn't do anything, like I’m not guilty. Walk around like I didn't work with him, like I didn't make all the wrong choices and like I didn't turn down the chance, like I didn't do anything wrong like I’m not guilty, its so hard. It’s hard not to walk around and just get lost, swept up into a fog of what we were and what we could have been, engulfed by a silver mist telling the stories I long to be my reality again and taunting me with the things that could have been mine. Taunting me with sidelong glances and fleeting but meaningful looks, of walks in the moonlight and chaste kisses that held so much feelings, your hands through my hair and the feelings of safety I found in your arms, the dramatic change from you being in control to a helpless child when we were alone. Taunting me with the feelings we had for each other and the lingering touches and sloppy kiss up and down my neck in the middle of the night.