Sometimes I think to myself that I love you too much.
That maybe, I've put too much of my heart in to you
and I let too much of your soul slip in to me;
As if every time we touched (even if it was just for a split-second),
a part of you seeped in to my bloodstream, through the pores of my skin.
You flow through me now. I feel you within me every second of the day.
Your memory is permanently cemented in to my brain
and quite honestly, it doesn't bother me in the least bit.
I know it should. I also know I shouldn't let my emotions get the best of me.
But I've never been good at keeping my heart under control
(much less the beats per second it produces when I'm around you).
I know one day I'll have to give this up. I know one day everything will change.
I'm not looking forward to that ONE DAY were we'll wake up and be so far from each other,
that the memory of the closeness we once knew so well in between these sheets,
will feel almost as distant as each other's touch.
And just when I begin to make myself believe this,
just when I ALMOST allow myself to consider that maybe I did fall too deeply for you,
Your favorite song will come up on shuffle.
I'll see your t-shirt poking out of the corner of my closet.
I'll order my coffee the way you used to, without even thinking of it.
I'll come across someone that wears the same perfume as you.
Then, I'll do a double-take right where I stand and lose myself in that moment.
Because every memory we ever made will come rushing back and crash over me, like a tidal wave.
All in that single instant.
Then I'll smile to myself and be glad that I loved you too much.
Because loving you too damn much when you were with me,
means never being able to forget you when we're apart.