this might be the last time. baby, look at me.

by piikann

After all these years, when I look back, it turns out to me that, surprisingly, you are still my place of wild strawberries. Or so it seems.

That I still love you.

More than I would like to admit. More than I would like to let myself know.

I thought. I would never come back to you again. Never again. I was hurt multiple times. Again again again again or was it a pledge, was it a begging? A supplication, I guess. To my God, you are. 

I look for you. I still do. After all this time. 

You are still with me. You have a place in my heart that no one can ever replace. I won't let them.