
I can still remember every line on your face and the touch of your hands and how safe I felt with
your arms wrapped around me.
The way you looked at me when you thought I wouldn’t notice.
Remember when you use to sing to me?
Whenever I hear ‘Hey there Delilah’, I’ll always think of you.
And how you use to draw little characters on my notepad whenever I would leave the room.
The long, heartfelt conversations.
The way you understood what my heart was trying to say when I couldn’t find the words.
How many nights did we steam up the car windows on some old dirt road? I lost count…
These are the things I’ll always remember, even after all this time.
These are the things I miss… still.
You were the one.
About the Creator
Sierra M. Wyman
Just a writer, artist, therapist-in-training, and a neurodivergent hot mess who is learning to speak her truth!
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