I spend a lot of my time wishing I could forget the way your footsteps sound. I don’t want to remember how your right foot turns in slightly more than your left. I wish I couldn’t remember the amount of steps you took as you walked into my life. I want to forget how it took two of my own steps to keep in sync with one of yours. I don’t want to ever feel again how it felt to slide my legs in between yours as we slept in bed at night.
I wish your legs weren’t the legs that I wanted to stand beside for the rest of my life.
Mainly I just wish I could forget exactly what you looked like as I watched you walk away from me
xox Lex
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